The Woman in the Wrong Place (Grassi Framily)

The hands in my hair twisted and pulled until I had no choice but to raise my head or lose handfuls of my hair.

“I need you inside me,” Josie told me, voice needy, eyes heavy-lidded.

Her hands moved out, grabbing the waistband of my boxer briefs, and sliding them down my hips, so she could wrap her hands around my cock, fisting it, and working me with opposite twisting motions until I started to thrust into her touch, fucking her hands as the need for release grew and grew.

On a groan, I reached for my wallet, fishing out the condom.

Josie’s hands left me as I slid on the protection.

Her legs lifted to my sides, angling her hips upward toward me at the edge of the counter as I slid between her thighs, letting my cock glide up and down her slick cleft for a long moment, until she was whimpering and writhing against me.

My hand grabbed her hip, holding her in place as I slammed inside her, taking every inch of her with one deep thrust.

“Fuck,” I hissed, finding it impossible to take it slow, thrusting into her hard and fast. “You’re so fucking tight,” I growled as her ankles hooked behind my back, giving her the leverage to roll her hips as I fucked her, my cock hitting her G-spot with each movement, driving her up as hard and fast as I was.

Pushing up, her arms wrapped around my neck, holding on tight as she demanded in my ear, “Harder. Fuck me harder.” Her walls got tighter and tighter around me when I gave her what she wanted. “I’m going to…” she hissed, breaking off on an almost pained moan.

“Come. Come for me,” I demanded, voice rough, so close myself.

Her whole body tightened around me, her pussy damn near crushing my cock with the pressure right before the spasms slammed through her, milking my orgasm out of me as she cried out over and over, the sweetest fucking sound I’d ever heard in my life.

My arms wrapped her up after, holding onto her as we both gasped for air, tried to bring calm to the chaos in our joined bodies.

“That was worth the wait,” Josie whispered into my neck a while later. “Even if the wait almost killed me,” she added, making a chuckle move through me as I pulled back against her hold so I could look down at her.

“You gotta keep healing up,” I said, running my fingertips over the bruises on her ribs that hadn’t faded quite as much as the ones on her face. But they would get there. And we had time.

Or so it seemed in the moment.

And even the couple days following.

Where everything was calm and there was nothing in the world but the two of us and the way we could explore each other’s bodies.

Then I got it.

The call.

“We might have something,” Luca said, sounding distracted and tense.

“Have what?” I asked, moving away from Josie who was attempting to recreate one of Aunt Adrian’s recipes.

“Guards at Famiglia say there’s a car parked there that matches the description of the one parked at your place that Josie saw.”

“Shit,” I hissed, jerking my chin at Massimo and Aurelio who moved in my direction.

It was right about then that Josie seemed to pick up on something being off. Her back went straight, her shoulders tense. I wanted to tell her it was alright, that everything was going to be fine. But I knew there wasn’t going to be much time for assurances.

“Yeah. I told the guards to keep an eye, but not approach. But we need to get there five minutes ago.”

“Okay,” I agreed, nodding.

“There are guards there for Josie, right?”

“Mass and Aurelio.”

“Okay. Good. I’ll meet you there.”

With that, the call was ended.

“What’s going on?” Mass asked, tense, ready to go.

And, really, he probably was the one who should have been going with Luca. But I was the one Luca had called. That meant something to me. Especially after being so unreliable for so long. He trusted me. Even if I hadn’t earned that trust as much as Massimo.

“There’s a car at Famiglia that matches the description of the one Josie saw. Luca wants me to meet him there. But I need…”

“We got it. Go,” Massimo said, shaking his head.

“I know this is usually your—“ I started.

“These fuckers beat your woman, not mine. This is your job. Go.”

With that, I rushed over toward Josie, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“Baby, I have to go. Mass and Aurelio will be here with you, okay?”

“Is everything okay?” she asked, voice tight.

“It is,” I told her. And it felt a bit like a lie. It struck me right then how many times I would need to half-lie to her in the future because of my job, because of my Family connections.