5. Miceli #2
The words blurred on the page as I sat there.
I couldn’t get the soft floral scent of Collins’ shampoo or the way she gasped out of my mind.
My cock was also in a bind. The pain of not finding any relief from the night before, coupled with our tête-à-tête, left me edgy and in a shitty mood.
In my desire to tease Collins, I’d ended up doing the same to myself, leaving me unable to focus on the contracts on my desk.
With slow, precise movements, I got up from my desk and locked the door on my office, then went to the small couch against the back wall of my office.
I don’t know why I felt even an ounce of embarrassment.
The idea of jerking off to relieve the pressure had my blood humming in anticipation.
Perhaps it was age. What forty-year-old man masturbated while thinking of a twenty-something year old woman?
I groaned as my dick gave a heavy throb.
Obviously this filthy forty-year-old man.
Slouching on the couch, I rolled up my sleeves before pulling the zipper down on my pants.
Freeing my cock with my left hand, I spit in my right and wrapped it around the thick stalk of my erection.
I wasn’t overly huge, but I was big enough.
Starting slowly, I worked myself into a rhythm.
Already my balls were heavy, pulled tight to my groin.
I groaned in a long, low tone, accepting the pleasure I received from my hand.
With each pull, another image of Collins naked, writhing below me, filled my head as her sweet little cunt squeezed around me.
I sucked on her nipples, nipped at her neck.
Heard her cries of passion as I fucked her from one climax to the next, getting as deep into her as I could.
My chest heaved with exertion, my body tremble in expectation.
The small tingle at the base of my spine grew more intense as my speed increased.
Copious amounts of precum dribbled over my hand when I circled the crest. I used the sticky substance to lube up my dick to increase the pleasure churning within.
Fuck. I was going to come. My hip rose off the couch.
My mind melted. I was so close. Quicker now, my hand moved.
I craved this moment. Beside me on the couch, my phone rang, and I ignored it, knowing if it was an emergency, whoever it was would call back again, even as the buzzing of the device stopped.
Shit. So good. The blasted device vibrated again.
Pinching the base of my dick did nothing to stop my impending climax.
I gasped as someone knocked at my office door, unable to stop my impending climax.
I was stuck in this weird place of wanting to finish and the anxiety of someone knocking and my phone ringing.
It was weird. Definitely unsettling. My body, on the other hand continued to act as if there wasn’t an urgency waiting for my attention.
“What is it?” I asked, still stroking myself through my orgasm.
“I thought you should know Collins and Rocca have returned. Both are safe and well,” Benny said through the closed door. “Are you okay, boss?”
I was fine. More than. “Yes. Fell asleep.” I lied. Finally, when I was sure I was finished, I cleaned up the mess in my hand while trying to regain my composure. What the hell has gotten into me? Zipping up after stuffing myself back into my pants, I went to the door and opened it. “Anything else?”
Benny frowned. “Yes. I called you for a reason so not to draw so much suspicion.”
Well, that knocked me straight out of my dopamine stupor. “What is it?” I stepped aside, allowing Benny access to my office. Closing the door behind him, I locked it.
“The line was purposefully punctured.” He frowned, pulling the small oil line from his pocket. Antonio had placed it into an evidence bag and sealed it. “This isn’t normal wear and tear for a vehicle.” He then brought out a second bag with two small transponders—bugs.
“Does Collins know?” I took the bags from him and stared at the thin oil line from her early two thousand model sedan. The second package confused me even more, though. “How did she react to the help you offered?”
“Skittish. I can’t tell you if it is because she is afraid of something or because her and her brother have been on their own for such a long time.
She said she would take it to a lube center and have them fix it.
” He snorted. “I wouldn’t trust places like that with my cat’s litter box.
As for showing her the line, or the bugs, no.
I have a feeling she might not react like we think she would. ”
“I suspect you’re right.” A sardonic chuckle built in my chest. “Don’t. I’ll send them to Ellory and see what he can find out. Did Antonio wear gloves?”
Benny nodded. “Yes, but with as much oil as what leaked from her engine, it might have smeared any prints on the damn thing.”
“Let’s have Ellory look, anyway. We might get lucky. Besides, the bugs may yield more information and could connect the two.” I placed the line and trackers into the drawer of my desk and locked it. “Is there anything else I should know about the vehicle of hers?”
“Other than a small bend in the frame, nothing. It’s an old, sturdy car.” Benny shrugged.
“And the boy?” As much as I’d seen Lucas around the house, the kid didn’t talk much.
He was an observer. A people watcher. Men like him were dangerous in my line of work.
They figured out patterns. Memorized ticks and mannerisms. They had the uncanny ability to remember what a person order for breakfast or dinner.
They were often indifferent to their surroundings as well.
What I couldn’t nail down was if he did it subconsciously or if he was doing so to stay hypervigilant, as though he were protecting his sister.
Which, all things considered, they were all they had left.
“He said there was an accident shortly after his parents died that caused his left arm to not be as useful anymore. He thinks he’s being lazy while his sister works all the time.” Benny shrugged.
“Hmm...” I frowned. “I’ll have Ellory dig into that, too.”
“Can you believe he asked if there was a gym around here where he could rehab his arm?” Benny grinned.
“Did you show him the facility below the house?” If the boy wanted to regain the strength in his arm, so be it. I had different rooms in the basement, including a place where each of my men were tattooed. The others were spare bedrooms and a private break room for security.
“No. I wanted to speak with you first and get your thoughts.”
I nodded. “Bring him down, find some exercises he can do to rebuild muscle mass. Then go from there.”
“I will.” Benny turned and started for the door before pausing. “For what it’s worth, I think they’re a couple of scared kids who are alone in this dog eat dog world.”
“Collins isn’t a kid,” I muttered, though I’d thought the same thing while talking to Ellory over a bottle of scotch.
“To us, she’s a baby. She’s so fucking innocent, she makes my back teeth ache. If I wasn’t married, I’d take her up on the meals she’s offering.”
I tilted my head in confusion and frowned. “Meals?”
Benny glanced over his shoulder with a grin. “Yep. She offered to buy me dinner and make me and Antonio breakfast this morning.”
“She’s a good nut.” As Rosalina would say.
“Thanks for bringing this to my attention.” But it begged the question, who would want to harm Collins and her brother and why?
From all accounts, they were nobodies trying to make their way through life.
Was there something I was missing because my brain had been stuck on wanting to fuck her?
“No problem,” he replied. “Is everything good with Rocca?”
Benny’s question knocked me out of thoughts. “Absolutely. It seems my baby girl is growing up, is all.”
“Thank fuck, I was blessed with a baby boy,” Benny grumbled. “I’d be losing my shit right now if I were you.”
“That’s why my name is on the building.” I grinned, teasing my old friend. “I can handle a little blood.”
Benny shook his head. “I feel sorry for whoever she dates and eventually marries.” He lifted his hand as he exited the office.
I sagged against my desk.
Going from high to low in a matter of moments left me exhausted.
It’d been years since I jerked off, let alone almost got caught.
At least my phone had gone quiet, and Rocca was back, safe and sound.
Collins... I stared at the locked drawer where I kept all of my important things.
Something about her wasn’t adding up. What it was, I had no clue.
Perhaps, after Ellory checked out the line himself, I’d have more answers than questions, but knowing my luck lately, answers were harder to come by.
After cleaning up in the bathroom attached to my office, I went in search of Rocca to check on her.
Days like these Rosalina would have swooped in, cradled our daughter, probably had some carb loaded movie fest ready to go while she and Rocca commiserated over boys and whatever else they could think of.
All I could offer her was some range time.
Maybe shooting things would make her feel better?
“Rocca?” I knocked on her door before opening it.
She laid on her bed, her tablet open, watching something with a chocolate donut beside her.
I swallowed a laugh as I stepped farther into the room.
Her eyes were closed, and her lips were parted slightly as she napped.
My baby. My life and light. I placed her donut on her bedside table, so she didn’t get herself dirty.
I wouldn’t disturb her movie because her day must have been exhausting.
“Oh, you’re here.” Collins stepped into the room. “Oh, she’s sleeping. Good. Rest is good on a day like this.”