My phone started to vibrate in my pocket, but I ignored it because nothing seemed more important than her, than this.
She pulled her hand away. “It’s okay. Answer it.” She grabbed her fork again and tilted her head toward her food. She didn’t seem angry at the disturbance, knowing I rarely got phone calls. And when I did, they were usually important.
I took the call when I saw Max’s name on the screen. “What?” I excused myself from the table and headed to our bedroom down the hall.
Max didn’t seem surprised by my greeting. “Shane had a mission in India, and it went well. So he’s back to active duty.”
“That’s great. Good for him.”
“I encouraged him to stay home longer, but he said he was going crazy with Cynthia waiting on him all the time.”
I grinned. “Sounds about right.” I sat in the armchair next to the bed, my long legs stretched out before me. I eyed the bed, thinking about the way I took Vanessa that morning. With her flat on her belly, I held myself on top of her and fucked her into the mattress, getting deep inside her. “Did you call me just to say that?”
“Right to the point, huh?”
“I’m having dinner with my woman.”
“Then why did you answer the phone?” he countered.
My eyes narrowed even though I wasn’t looking at him. “She told me to.”
“And when did you start listening to other people?”
If he were in the room, I’d smack him upside the head. “I’m hanging up now.”
He laughed, knowing he’d pushed my buttons. “I have a job for you. Australia. You need to leave tomorrow.”
I couldn’t do that right now. “I’m in the middle of something, Max. Send one of the other guys.”
“We’ve always rotated twice,” he said. “I know you’re off in Tuscany trying to kiss Barsetti ass, but we’ve got a business to run. If you won’t jump on this, I’ll have to go. But I just got back from Russia yesterday.”
Since they’d already rotated twice to give me the time off, I couldn’t ask them to give me any more time. It would be unfair, and I would be taking advantage of our friendship instead of being professional. “I’ll do it, then.”
“Good. I’ll send you all the documents. It’s a low-key hit. Shouldn’t be any complications.”
“Good. Vanessa’s father would be ticked if I came back with another gunshot wound.”
“Didn’t realize he gave a damn.”
“He doesn’t. He just doesn’t like how my job involves Vanessa.”
“I don’t think he needs to worry about that,” he said. “Our security is pretty tight.”
“He doesn’t agree.”
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I don’t think this is going to end well…”
There were good days and bad days. Today, Crow wasn’t nearly as hostile as he usually was. But tomorrow, he could flip on me again. “That makes two of us.”
I knew Vanessa was going to be angry about my leaving, so I purposely kept it from her until after the evening sex was over. On her hands and knees on the bed, she had her ass in my face as I stood at the foot of the bed.
I gripped her hips and thrust into her hard, pounding into that wet slit and driving myself deep inside her. I was welcomed by her tightness and warmth, the soft flesh of her perfect pussy.
These were my favorite moments, when it was quiet in the bedroom with the exception of our deep breathing, our pants, and her sexy moans. She said my name from time to time, right before she hit her climax. It was animalistic, carnal, and lustful.
Exactly how it should be.
I fucked a woman I also loved, and that made the sex even better.
I sucked my thumb before I pushed it into her asshole, getting inside that tight little hole that was staring back to me. I loved to watch it while I fucked her from behind, to see her muscles shift underneath her olive skin. Her dark hair was beautiful, and her perky ass was a gorgeous sight.
She tensed when she felt my finger, having never felt it before. “What are you doing?”
My fingers gripped her cheek while my thumb moved in and out. I felt her hole tighten around me, grip my thumb. “Trust me.”
“Griffin…”
“I said, trust me.” I kept fucking her while I fingered her, feeling my cock slide in and out against my thumb. She slowly loosened around me, and I could hear her breathing change as she got used to the intrusion in her rear. She was tight, even just around my thumb. I wondered if she could handle my fat dick.
She gripped the sheets, and her moans became deeper and louder. Her back arched, and her cunt tightened around my dick. Her asshole clenched around my thumb. Before her screams emerged, I knew she was coming. “Griffin…” She thrust back into me, sheathing my dick over and over as the cream built up along the base. “God…”