Dark Justice (Croft Family Mob Series Book 1) (38 page)

Emma couldn’t change him.

No one could.

“You have to let him be himself. Do you remember telling Brynn that when it came to me?”

“Yes.”

“That’s what made her walk away. That conversation was the turning point for her. I found her journal.”

Emma stared at him. “Curtis.”

She hated that something she’d said had turned his life upside down.

“Please listen, Emma.”

It was the least she could do.

“I want to thank you for that. When she cheated on me, it was the best thing that ever happened in my life. When you told her that I had to be me, and you told me to follow my gut, I listened. It was the best thing for me. Look at my life now. For the first time, I’m happy.”

She was glad.

“You picked a good one this time, Curtis,” she said, glancing over at Katerina. She was watching him, and her eyes said it all.

Emma recognized that look.

She had it all the time, too, when she stared at Greyson. It was love in the truest form.

It was that of soul mates.

“Yeah, I really did,” he admitted. “She’s having my baby. That’s a crazy thing to hear myself say.”

She patted his cheek. “I’m proud of you, Curtis.”

He was proud of himself. It had been one hell of an uphill battle, but he’d won.

Curtis had survived.

“Thank you, Mom. You set me on this path that day in Celestia when you fell for him. That was the catalyst for everything.”

She was aware.

Emma gave him a kiss. “I love you, Curtis. You’re a good man. I know you took care of him before I rolled into his life. I won’t ever forget that. He loves you too.”

“I know, but damn! He looks pissed. I don’t think he likes that there’s another man getting lip service from his girl,” he teased, signaling to Emma that her husband was back.

She started laughing, until she glanced over. Her big, strong man was heading her way. He looked all sexy and dangerous, and it was so primitive, raw, and alpha, that it heated her blood. She wanted to jump him right there.

Only, it would have to wait.

Dinner was about to start, and they needed to finish the rest of the show.

“May I cut in?” he asked, holding out his big strong hand. His wicked pirate grin said it all.

Emma wanted to run her finger down that scar on his cheek. Her husband turned her insides to fire and made her want to melt in her heels.

“Yes, you may,” she offered, going into his arms.

She rubbed against him, signaling that she’d really, really missed him. From the tautness of his body, he missed her too.

Yeah, this was a damn good life.

“Greyson, let’s do the speech, kick off dinner, and go home. I want you all over me.”

He was feeling the same. There was something about what he’d done that night that made the dark, wicked, and sinful want to come out and play.

While Dimitri had been his partner in crime, Emma was going to be his partner in what happened when they came together. It was going to be heated.

He could already tell.

“Let’s handle it, Mrs. Croft. I believe you promised to give me something in the limo.”

She licked her lips.

Yeah, she really couldn’t wait.

Greyson Croft, her sexy husband, was in for one hell of a ride.

 
                      
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  G r e y s o n   C r o f t   * * *

One Hour Later

It was done.

They’d given the speech, quickly ate dinner, announced the donation amount, and raced for the door. While the rest of the family continued to enjoy their night, Greyson had something more pressing to attend to before bed.

His wife.

The evening’s events had driven him wild with need. He felt like he was spiraling out of control. Until Greyson could have his wife, he was going to be off balance. She grounded him, and he needed her.

Each time she touched him, his body tingled with awareness. When she rubbed against him, making sure to grope him when no one was looking, it shot his libido through the roof.

His kitten was playing, and he was going to have the final laugh. It was going to be pure joy to burn off the adrenaline from what they’d done.

As they got into the limo, one million dollars lighter from their donation, Greyson Croft was riding the high.

Not from giving.

Not from paying back.

But from what was to come.

Inside the limo, he ordered the driver to take the long route home, and then he locked the window between them. What he had planned involved pillaging, and he didn’t want anyone to be privy to that.

As soon as the limo pulled away from the curb, he poured a glass of bourbon.

Emma watched him toss it back. She knew it had to burn all the way down, but it was indicative of his mood.

Greyson was almost out of control, and she loved every second of that.

When he was finished, he glanced over at her, his gray eyes going to molten silver.

That told her everything she needed to know.

“I believe you owe me something.”

She absolutely did.

Emma had been wet all night. There was something sexy about her man taking care of business. When she’d been a cop, she’d held him back, solely based on the principle.

Now…she wanted him wild, free, and hers.

This was the man beneath the sexy veneer. He was a gangster, born way too late, and in a different time. He was taking back his kingdom, and she was going to be by his side.

This was their city.

“I’m waiting, kitten. Pay up. You know you can’t offer up things if you don’t mean it.”

Emma didn’t hesitate.

She dropped to her knees between his legs. When she rubbed her hand roughly over the leather and bulge waiting for her, he moaned.

It turned her on even more.

Never a day went by that she wasn’t grateful that Greyson wanted her. This was her miracle. She’d been broken, battered, and lost, and Greyson Croft had found her.

He’d healed her.

This was her other half. The man she loved with all of her heart, and would until her final moments on Earth.

It hadn’t been two years, but Emma felt like they’d been together for so much longer. The second their souls touched, they’d reconnected as one.

Their journey began with a look across a field, and nothing had been the same since then.

“Don’t tease me, Emma. Blow me. I want your mouth on my dick and in five seconds—or else.”

Her heart kicked at his bluntness. It was the true indicator of his mood. Greyson wanted what he wanted, and she couldn’t help but crave giving it to him.

Jesus.

It turned her on.

“Five.”

Emma worked to open the leather ties on his pants.

“Four.”

She loosened them.

“Three.”

She tugged them open.

“Two.”

Emma was so happy he had gone commando.

“One.”

She blew warm breath across his dick, and when he shook, she took him in her mouth.

Emma gave him what he wanted. Here was his reward for taking care of their family. She knew he wouldn’t talk to her about it, but it didn’t negate that it was powerful.

Greyson owned their life, and Emma was fine with that. They knew the truth, and that was all that mattered. Yes, he crossed a line, but it wasn’t the first strike.

If you provoked him, he would retaliate.

How could she stop him from being the man he was born to be?

She couldn’t.

She wouldn’t.

Whether Greyson had expected it or not, he was in for one hell of a ride. She worked him in and out of her mouth, making sure he was wet. She knew what would be coming, and if his mood was any indicator, it was going to be out of control.

Staring at the roof of the limo, he could feel her lips sliding wetly up and down his erection. The pull of her mouth, sucking him hard, was enough to drive him insane.

Emma was teasing him, running the flat part of her tongue over his dick, and then flicking at the head with the tip.

It was hard not to shake.

When she added her hand, jerking him off as she sucked, he knew her intent.

She wanted him to cum.

That meant she wanted him to last a very long time as he fucked her.

Perfect.

That was exactly what he wanted. At that moment, he needed that crash from the adrenaline high, and this would be it. Exploding in his sexy wife’s mouth would be enough to take off the edge.

The rest…

He wasn’t sure that feeling would ever go away.

Resting his arms on the back of the seat, he stared down at his minx. She was absolutely gorgeous on her knees. It made him even harder that his queen didn’t mind serving her king.

This was just one more reason he knew she was meant to be his. Emma got him.

When she sucked, jerked, and squeezed, Greyson could feel the heat bubbling up in him. It boiled, forcing him to fuck her mouth to get off. No longer could he hold his hips still.

He needed this.

Emma was his solace.

She would calm the storm.

As her teeth scraped up and down his erection, his balls churned with what was to come, and his body screamed for release. It was impossible to hold on any more.

That need overwhelmed him.

He came, and his wife swallowed him. As the orgasm exploded through him, Emma slowed her sucking, still keeping him erect.

God!

She drove him insane.

While he thought it would curb his need, it wasn’t nearly enough to satiate him.

He still wanted more.

In fact, he was wilder now than before. Watching his woman on her knees drove him crazy. Greyson needed to get his hands on her, and soon.

Apparently, Emma wasn’t done teasing him.

She licked him, and then glanced up at her husband. “I need you, Greyson. I want you to take me. I want to forget about anything but the man who loves me.”

Oh, he could do that.

He tugged her onto the seat beside him, and admired his wife. She was definitely his queen, and he was going to make sure she knew it.

“I want my woman naked for me.”

That one sentence said it all.

His need set the pace.

Emma gasped as he pulled off some of her pricy gown, setting her breasts free. Without hesitating, Greyson began feasting on her pale flesh.

She moaned as his hands wandered lower.

Emma loved when his mouth devoured. He wasn’t missing any spot on her breasts, as he forced her to accept what was happening.

Greyson was making her wetter.

When he found her panties, he tore them away too.

Emma was burning.

Greyson wasn’t slowing down. He had earned this moment with his woman. Now he was going to find his reward. He wanted to dine on his wife.

Hungrily, he attacked. With tongue and mouth, he feasted.

Greyson drove Emma up, making her shout his name in release. He didn’t want her quiet.

He didn’t want her reserved.

Greyson wanted her feeling exactly what he’d been feeling since the second he saw her in her gown.

Out of control.

With mouth and fingers, he drove her up again, until she was on that precipice, ready to fall.

Then he stopped.

“If you want to cum, Emma, you’re going to have to earn it. Strip for me.”

She didn’t hesitate. Emma unwound the last of the gossamer gown, baring her body to him.

“Leave the heels and jewelry. I want to watch my naked queen ride my dick.”

Her heart skipped.

Greyson was wild.

He was watching her with a look she’d only seen when he was completely out of control. The normally controlled gray eyes were burning a molten silver. It meant he was taking what he wanted, and she was going to love every second of it.

“Now, kitten.”

She loved when he called her that.

Emma did what he asked, climbing into his lap. His erection was rock hard again, and she didn’t doubt that it had everything to do with his pillaging, the evening, and the bourbon. It was his third amber drink, and liquor made him want to fuck.