Buttons and Blame (Buttons 5)

Man, that felt good.

“Your tits are beautiful…” I kissed the corner of her mouth, out of breath with my satisfaction. She pleased me like no other woman ever had. She had the sexiest expression during sex, like she was trying not to come the entire time. Her kiss was always full of passion, as if she couldn’t get enough of me even though I was already giving her everything I had.

“Your cock is beautiful.” She wore a playful smile, another thing I loved about her.

I smiled back. “Thank you. No one has ever said that to me before.”

“But I’m sure they thought it.”

My cock was covered in sunscreen so I knew I couldn’t fuck her, but I definitely wouldn’t leave her hanging. This woman only had a few days left until her life ended. She had to make every day count. And I intended to give her an orgasm every single day—several, actually.

I rose from the chair as my cock continued to soften. “Sit.”

She moved to the lounge chair where I’d been just a moment ago.

I dropped my knees to the towel, getting in the exact position as she was just seconds before. I scooted her hips to the edge and wrapped her legs over my shoulders. Then I leaned down and pressed my mouth to her opening, my tongue doing everything that she liked.

It didn’t take her long to come, and of course, she yelled my name as she did.

Music to my ears.

6

Cane

I pulled up to the winery and headed into Crow’s office. I had a pile of paperwork for him to sign, and faxing or sending delicate information over the internet was a stupid idea. I ignored his assistant and walked inside.

Crow didn’t seem like he was doing anything anyway. The back of his chair was to the door as he looked out the large window directly behind his desk. His phone was in his hand, but he wasn’t using it. He propped his chin on his fingertips and stared outside blankly.

“When are you not moody?” I dropped into the chair facing his desk and slid the folder across the mahogany wood. “Every time I see you, you’re staring out the window like a lost puppy waiting for his master to come home.”

Crow didn’t turn around. “My wife is outside picking grapes. I enjoy watching her.”

“She is?” I walked around his desk and followed his gaze. Adelina was out there with her. They both had baskets as they moved through the rows and picked the thick purple grapes from the leaves. Sweat coated their foreheads, but they smiled as they carried on a conversation.

Now I understood Crow’s fascination. It really was entertaining. I liked the way Adelina’s top hugged her body. It was tight against her tits, the ones I’d just fucked the other day. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she wore black jeans that were covered with dust from the earth. Adelina had a great form, and I enjoyed watching her move. “I see what you mean.”

“Adelina enjoys spending her days here. I can tell.” Crow’s fingertips rested over his mouth. “And I can tell Pearl enjoys having her around. She wants someone to talk to besides me.”

“No surprise there.”

He shot me a quick look of menace. “What do you want, Cane?”

“Work bullshit.” I walked back to the chair facing his desk. “Just need you to sign a few things.”

He opened the folder and looked through the papers, always checking everything before he signed anything, and then pushed the folder back toward me. “We’re finished here.”

“Was that your asshole way of excusing me?”

“No. If I were excusing you, I would just tell you to get out. That brings me to my next point…get out.”

I purposely stayed in the chair just to be a smartass.

Crow didn’t seem surprised, as if he was expecting the reaction. “What’s going on at the base?”

“Same old shit. You know the drill.”

“Any new clients since we released our new line?”

“Not yet. But it’s not like our prices are reasonable.”

“If they want the best, they have to pay for it. Heard anything about Rome?”

“No, still seems fairly quiet. But it’s only a matter of time before our next competitor takes Bones’s place.”

“I wonder who it’s going to be.”

“It could be us,” I suggested.

“We’ve had competition before, and it’s never affected us.”

I’d always be ambitious, wanting to move to the next level. Crow had his own business, so that probably explained why he didn’t necessarily crave more. His vineyards produced some of the best wines in all of Italy. A single bottle was worth several hundred dollars. But I didn’t know shit about anything besides weapons, so my business opportunities were limited. “But now that Bones is gone, why don’t we take his place? Why don’t we become the number one business in the world?”