CHAPTER FIVE
When he finally made it home, his house was pin-drop quiet. He peeped into his son Carmine’s bedroom. He was fast asleep. He peeped into daughter Sophia’s bedroom. She was staying with her parents while her man was out of the country on business. She was fast asleep too.
He stared at Sophia. He found it odd that she always ran home every chance she got.
As if her relationships weren’t free from turmoil either.
Except for Tommy’s, what Gabrini relationship was?
And even Tommy’s went through a nasty divorce, a reunion with Grace, and then a remarriage to Grace.
Even he wasn’t immune to the Gabrini relationship curse.
But Reno had his own problems as he left his daughter’s room, closing her door back gingerly.
He showered downstairs, in a guest bathroom, trying with all he had to forget his problems. Then he left his expensive suit and shoes on the bathroom floor for the maid to take care of later, and made his way upstairs naked as a jaybird.
When he walked through the double doors of the master suite, he saw that Trina was already in bed and was fast asleep too.
Which was no surprise. He left that restaurant hours ago, promising to follow her home, but he didn’t even go home.
It was nearly one in the morning now. He was just making it home.
To make matters worse, as he closed their bedroom doors and approached the bed, he could tell her sleep wasn’t peaceful. The sheets were ruffled. The bedspread was half on her and half off of her. Her hair wrap was crooked. She’d been tossing and turning. And all, he knew, because of his slick ass.
And she didn’t know the half of it!
He crawled into bed behind her and put his arms around her.
Why did she always have to smell so good and fresh?
Her smell alone was making him horny. And when she could feel his touch and could hear him begin to moan, as if she was waking up in need of his touch too, it was all the permission he needed.
He placed his hand beneath her silk gown and began to massage her. That was when Trina’s big, hazel eyes flew open. She thought she had been dreaming. She quickly turned her head halfway around to make certain it was Reno in her bed.
Of course it was. Which calmed her back down. And kept her calm, despite the fact that she was still pissed with him for not coming home like he said he would. But his touch was needful. She could never argue with the way Reno did her. And just his finger alone was masterful.
They didn’t talk as he moved her onto her back, went between her legs, and finished the foreplay with his mouth.
Their moans and groans did all the talking for them.
And when he moved up, and entered her, and she arched her back and held her breath, she knew he had her right where he wanted her.
And unfortunately in that moment, she thought, she was right where she wanted to be.
They made love for half an hour. Reno wrapped her into his arms and was stroking her with such skillful strokes that she didn’t want it to end.
Reno wasn’t going to let it end without giving it all he had. Because he desperately needed to get it all out of his system. He’d deal with it tomorrow. That was the attitude he wanted to have.
And it worked. It felt so good to be inside of Trina that it was working like a charm.
All he could think about was how her vagina contoured to his penis and how that perfect fit was all he needed to get by.
It was a beautiful, very slow lovemaking that dragged out because both of them, for their own reasons, needed it to last.
But the better it started getting to Reno, the harder and harder it was for him to delay the inevitable.
When he rubbed against the tightness of Trina one time too many, he couldn’t fight that feeling a second longer. And with the end approaching, all of that hell seeing Lydia again unleashed came along for the ride. And he began to pound.
Trina knew what it meant when Reno went hard.
She knew it had less to do with her and everything to do with whatever kept him in those streets so long.
But her problem was that she enjoyed the pounding too.
Because it always made her cum harder, as it was doing in that moment.
And he came harder. And they were both caught in the throes of a passion that took them all the way home.
So much so that when Reno had poured it all out, and Trina had taken it all in, they just laid there. And then Reno slowly pulled out and rolled off of her. They continued to lay there, on their backs.
Reno was thinking about that meeting he was going to have with Lydia, and what all she could possibly know.
Trina was thinking about Reno and why she was so hopeful that he’d become the man she knew he was capable of being.
Or was she deceiving herself?
“You didn’t follow me home,” she said. “Where were you?”
“It was work.” Part of that was true: What he was saying happened that night, had actually happened the previous night.
“I got a call that one of our A-listers with a residency refused to perform tonight. I had to threaten her ass with a near-death experience to get her on that stage. Her shows are some of the most expensive in town, and her fans are die-hards. That bitch wasn’t missing any shows.
Not on my watch. And then there were a ton of brawls in the casino that needed my attention.
So I had to deal with those. I got tied up. What else is new?”
Trina knew he was lying. Jimmy had already told her that he asked around and found out that he hadn’t been in the casino at all that night. But she was too over it to argue.
“That’s you, Reno,” she said as she got out of bed to clean herself up.
“Nobody knows how to prioritize better than you. Nobody,” she said as she glanced back at him, unable to shield her disappointment, as she made her way into the ensuite bathroom.
She leaned over the sink and smothered her cries with her hand.