My shoes were the first to go. One thing I didn’t want was to fall flat on my face. That would just scream sexy.
Ever so slowly, I began pulling my clothing from my body, trying to do it as seductively as possible. I didn’t think I was hitting the mark, but when Jag got up from the chair and stripped out of his clothes then sat down, dick in hand, I was sure I was onto something.
I swiveled my hips and ran my hands up and down my body, grabbing my breasts, pinching and twisting my nipples.
“Get down,” Jag commanded, snapping me out of my dance.
One look into the fire burning in his eyes and I complied. My feet didn’t hit the ground before Jag flew to me, pinning my chest to the table.
“Spread your legs.”
My heart pounded as scalding heat seeped out of my pussy. I wanted him now, so I complied instantly.
He thrust inside of me, and I groaned at the delectable intrusion. I laid my hands out in front of me, the slick table providing nothing for me to grasp on to.
His thrusts were hard and deep, catching every nerve in my body on fire.
“Don’t you dare come. We do this together.”
I tried holding it back, but it was bubbling in my gut and wanted to explode. I tried thinking of other things, but then he hit the G-spot deep in my body. I gritted my teeth, trying to hold on to it.
“Hurry up, Jag. I’m going to come.”
“Almost. Put your leg up on the table.” He gripped my hips and pulled me farther back to him, my tits scraping the table.
Thrust after thrust, my body was wound so tightly it needed to blow.
“Come with me, baby.”
After two more thrusts in and out, I exploded, and screams left me as I floated toward a beautiful place.
Chapter 23
THEY FUCKING GOT them, both of those stupid motherfuckers. The only thing I was pissed off about was not being the one to pull the fucking trigger.
Flynn and Ghost were relaxing in South America, and Val and Rex planned their take out. It took two months from start to finish, but that didn’t matter. Flynn had always been a pain in the family’s ass. They’d learned he planted Ghost in to get inside information. When Jake went to Zan for revenge on me, Zan connected everyone as payback for my father’s death. He was the mastermind behind the entire thing. While I was happy that all the players were found out; all I needed were the words they are dead. Catarina would not be hurt by them ever again.
I knocked on the door in front of me before I heard, “Come in,” from Sal’s mouth.
He had wanted to meet with me for a while now, but I had been so busy taking care of Catarina we were only able to have phone conversations. Being as it was his daughter, he had let that shit slide, but I hadn’t been stupid enough to think it would stay that way.
Sal sat at his desk, the cherry wood and dark walls giving off a comforting impression.
“Come on in, son, and shut the door.” Sal waved to the chair in front of him, and I sat.
“What can I do for ya, boss?”
He steepled his hands, giving me that stare that would have most men quivering in their seats. Not me. I knew he meant business, but I hadn’t done anything to warrant any anger.
“You did good finding my Catarina.”
“I had to find her. It wasn’t an option.” I would have looked for her until I took my dying breath.
“Good to hear. So, you want to be permanently set here?”
I had stated that on more than one occasion, but with everything going to shit, we had never had a chance to discuss it.
“Yes. I’m not going back, sir.” I knew I was digging myself deep here because no one talked to him that way. Regardless, I was hoping, since it was his daughter, he would understand. “I love her. I’m not leaving her again.”
We sat in silence as Sal stared at me as if he were weeding into my brain. I stayed strong, never wavering from his stare as I waited for him to speak.
“Who do you suggest run California?”
“Diego. He’s been my right hand for years, and he loves it there.” I knew he would know exactly what needed to be done and when. I knew his sons and nephews weren’t an option because Sal wanted them close to home, especially after what happened to Catarina. I understood that.
“Done.” He sat back in his chair while I stared in shock for a bit.
That was it? Nothing else to it? Just done?
“Don’t look at me like that. You are good for my girl, but it still stands. If you hurt her, I’ll fucking kill you and not think twice about it.”
I’d never had a doubt.
“Never. I’ll always protect her.” I stopped for a moment. “What about my position in the organization?” The thought had never occurred that I would be demoted until that moment. That was something I didn’t fucking want at all.
“Same unless you prove otherwise,” Sal stated matter-of-factly.
“I won’t.”
“I have faith you won’t. Now go. I have shit to do.”
I snickered, getting up from my chair. Finally, shit was going right in my life.
Epilogue
Three Months Later
I PLACED THE phone receiver down on the cradle, taking a calming breath. These past three months had been a bit of a whirlwind. Jag had now fully moved in with me and had these grand ideas of marriage. Not that he had asked, but if he did, I wouldn’t say no. I loved him, even if he was a demanding, annoying jerk sometimes. I loved those parts, too.
Jag had flown his mother here to meet me about a month before. We had been going to take a trip there, but I just couldn’t do it. Just the thought of the confines of the plane and not being able to escape made me a basket case. Being chained to a bed and not allowed to move for days could do that to a person, but the good thing was that my nightmares had calmed down significantly. Now I wasn’t so terrified to go to sleep. There were nights when I didn’t even think about it, and those were the best.
Jag’s mom was a very lovely woman, but her eyes showed quite a bit of heartache. Every time she looked at her son, though, she lit up. I liked seeing that part. She stayed for a week then went back to Cali. I could tell from Jag’s moodiness a few days later that he was having a hard time with her leaving. It always made me wonder if he would leave and go back across the country, so I asked him. He told me that he would never leave me again, that the only way he would go was if I wanted to, and I believed him.
A knock on my office door drew my attention.
“Come in.”
In stepped my handsome man. His denim eyes and shaggy hair mixed with his tight as sin muscles still had my insides quivering.
“Hey, dolcezza. You ready?”
I smiled, gathering up the last of my things quickly. We were due for dinner that night at my father’s house.
“Absolutely.” I walked around the desk after picking up my bag.
Jag grabbed my waist, pulling me to his body before crashing his lips to mine. I would never get tired of his taste on my lips.
“I love you,” I whispered when he pulled away.
“I love you, too, dolcezza, and tonight, I’ll show you how much.”
***
“Rina, you do not need to help me!” my mom exclaimed as she walked into the kitchen. “I will get all of those.”
The sudsy water sloshed over the sink as I wiped each plate and cup from dinner. Mom had outdone herself once again, making homemade tortellini and sauce, lasagna, and fettuccine alfredo. I knew there were a lot of mouths to feed, but she had really gone overboard judging by the amount of leftovers I had just packed up and put in the fridge. I had snuck some to take home, too. There were reasons to help with dishes.