Authors: Mallory Monroe
against her bare back, as he slowly but surely began fucking her. It had been nearly two weeks since that horror show in Dale, and although she’d wanted this moment to come long before now, Reno
wouldn’t touch her like this until he was certain she was completely healed.
Not that she was badly injured. Her mother got the worst of it. Her mother, in fact, was stil hospitalized in Dale. But Trina got out with more psychological damage than anything physical. She
got out wondering what in the world had she gotten herself into. She loved Reno, she’d always love Reno, but damn. They could have kiled her
and
her mother. That alone was enough to make
anybody, love or no love, have second thoughts.
Reno began to groan as his gyrations began to increase. He closed his eyes as he moved in and out of her, his rod rubbing against her wal and giving him that feel of electricity that always made
him groan. His dick was leaking already, engorging already, coming already.
“
Oh, Tree
,” he said as he kept the side of his face on her bare back, as he held her tighter, enjoying the easiness of being with her, the calm he always felt in the early stages of their lovemaking.
It had been so long, and he’d wanted her so desperately, but he wasn’t going to rush it.
Trina felt his easiness too, and lay comfortably, her hands folded on the side of her face, as he moved in and out of her. She could feel the electricity too, felt it like a pulse just beneath the surface of her clit, thumping and thumping with every swipe of her G-spot. She closed her eyes too, enjoying her husband’s masterful sex, stil amazed that this big, powerful, wonderful man belonged to her.
Not al that long ago she was waiting tables in a strip joint, taking al kinds of abuse, and now she was the wife of a very rich and powerful and gorgeous man. A man who not only knew how to
take care of her creature comforts, but al of her more primitive ones as wel. And right here and now she refused to take the long view. She refused to become consumed, as she had for the last two
weeks, about the fragility of their existence, about al of the craziness that often surrounded them, and just enjoy the moment.
For the longest time they roled this way, in a singsong rhythm, Reno sliding in just so far, and then sliding out, over and over, his dick enlarging with every reentry. He wanted this to last, and so did Trina, as they both paddled against the tide, taking it slow when speed was al around them, enjoying the view when the view was as cloudy now as it had been back in Dale.
It was a clinging kind of lovemaking. A desperate togetherness. A tumultuous easiness.
Trina knew Reno’s massive sexual appetite wel enough to know that the easy couldn’t last too much longer; that the easy would eventualy stop, and the rough would begin. She knew it when
his gyrations became less rhythmic, as he would remain in longer and longer before he would slide out. Once he went al the way in until his bals were rammed against her ass, and he kept trying to go in even further. That was when she knew it was time.
He puled out of her completely and moved on top of her, sucking her breasts as he urgently slid into her again. Kissing her lips as he moved in deeper and deeper. And the pounding began.
This was the best time of al for Trina. She liked it like this. He wrapped himself around her, she wrapped herself around him, as his penis made her feel like screaming his name. The headboard was
banging, the bed was shaking, and Reno’s muscular body was strained as he pounded, as he fought the cum; as he fought the need to spil out now and leave it al inside of her.
He lay his body on top of hers and held her tighter as he banged. She cried out as he banged her. It was different with Reno. It was always so different with him. He never failed to make her
feel as if she couldn’t take it anymore, only to take more and more of it. His rod was deep inside of her now, and she felt every inch of it, as her neck lifted up and her head lobbed back and her entire body tensed into a spasm of joy and release as she came al over him.
He pushed as deep as he humanly could inside of her, as he came too, as he stiffened into a crescendo of release, and drained into her. Into his woman. Into his wife. And the feeling of that
release, and the anxiety of the unresolved madness that stil swirled around them, made him feel as if he was a victim of some crime who escaped within an inch of his life. He was relieved and happy,
but was traumatized too.
Afterwards, as they lay side by side, sweaty, exhausted, and satisfied, he puled her into his arms. He remained completely silent, which wasn’t like him. He usualy cracked a joke about her
prowess, or asked insincerely if she wanted more. This time, however, he said nothing.
She looked at him.
“What’s wrong, Reno?” she asked him.
He puled her closer stil. “Nothing, sweetie,” he said. “Just tired.”
“You’ve got more meetings today, don’t you?”
“A few, yes.”
“With al of those strange men coming and going.”
“What strange men? They aren’t strangers. They’re friends of the family. They help run my father’s various business interests. I’m trying to shut a lot of that down, especialy the ilegal stuff, but it’s complicated, it takes a lot of maneuvering. It’s a pain in the ass if you wanna know the truth,” he said with a weak smile. “But I’m doing what I can.”
“What about those cousins you told me about? Tommy and somebody.”
“Tommy and Sal Luca.”
“Can’t they help you?”
“They are helping me. They’re al over the east coast, finding whatever they can about Partanna’s underground activities. Then they’re coming to Vegas. But not before they have something to
come to Vegas with.”
“But I thought Partanna operated from the west coast.”
“He did. But his underground is on the east. That much we know for sure. Tommy and Sal wil be in town any day now. And believe you me, they ain’t coming unless they have some news,
and a serious plan of action.”
Trina stared at Reno, fearful. “A plan of action? To do what, Reno?”
Reno closed his eyes.
Reno closed his eyes.
“To do what, Reno?”
“What you think, Tree?” he said, opening his eyes again. “They tried to kil you. You think I’m gonna let some fucker try to kil my own wife and do nothing about it? You think I’m that kind of
man?”
“But if you hit them, they’l hit back.”
“Like hel they wil! They won’t have anything to hit back with. Once we discover the target, we won’t miss this time.”
It stil sounded like a vicious cycle to Trina. He hit them, they hit him, he hit back, they hit back, on and on. “You said they weren’t going to hit back when Partanna was kiled.”
“We didn’t know what we didn’t know, Tree. We just didn’t know Partanna had brains. We didn’t know it was al an act. That was my fault. I should have known better. I won’t make the
same mistake again.” Then he sat up, ruffled his already ruffled hair. “I’d better get dressed,” he said, looking at her naked body. “Unless you’re up to another round.”
“Get out,” she said, pushing him out of bed.
He laughed. “Don’t worry, I’m going,” he said, getting out. “I’ve got a meeting with the Feds anyway.”
Trina’s heart dropped. “The Feds?”
“FBI, ATF, it’s no big deal, Tree. They’re always questioning me. Even when I didn’t have a damn thing to do with any mob, they were questioning me. So let’em question me. They’l never
link me to any crimes.”
Trina’s heart grew faint. It was one thing to know what this life was like theoreticaly. She had this lifestyle down in theory. But living it was another story altogether. A story whose ending she
was beginning to dread.
She caled her father at the hospital while Reno went into the bathroom and showered. Her mother, who was stil hospitalized, was about the same. They were planning to ship her to the burn
center in Alabama once she was able to travel, Trina’s father said, but not yet. “She’s stil too fragile,” he said.
“I can come back,” Trina said to her father, worried as usual. “You need somebody there with you.”
“Thank-you, baby,” Cecil Hathaway said into the phone, “but I’l be al right. My church members make sure I have plenty company. Besides, that husband of yours isn’t about to let you come
anywhere near this place again. At least not right now. You should see the guards he has on me and your mama. Folks round here think we’re rock stars or something.”
Trina smiled. “I know. Reno can overdo things sometimes. He means wel.”
“No doubt about that. I’m sure he does. That’s why you need to stay put. Being with him is your best protection.”
“I know.”
“The thing is though,” Trina’s father started.
Trina’s heart pounded. “What?” she asked him.
“When wil it al end? I mean, he doesn’t expect us to live the rest of our lives with bodyguards and such. Does he?”
Trina didn’t respond, because she didn’t know what to say. That was realy the question, wasn’t it? What about tomorrow? What quality of life could anybody have if they constantly had to be
under the watchful eye of, as her father put it, bodyguards and such? And this stumped Trina, because she just didn’t know what to say.
“It’s just temporary, Dad,” she said to say something, although she had no clue if it was true. She was as new to this lifestyle as he was.
After talking general talk with her father for a few minutes longer, and praying with him for the ful recovery of her mother, she hung up. A few minutes later, Reno was out of the shower, dried
off, and opening his underwear drawer.
Trina was, by now, seated on the edge of the bed in Reno’s red silk housecoat. “Dad said helo,” she said.
“Your father?” Reno said, looking at her. “How’s Ma?”
“The same. They want to move her to some burn center in Alabama when she’s able to travel.”
Reno hesitated. Shook his head. “That’s realy rough, Tree. I’m so sorry that had to happen.”
“She’l come through it.”
“I know. But it’s stil a shame.” He said this as he puled out a pair of briefs.
Trina glanced at his penis, amazed at how large it was even without any stimulation. And she was also amazed that just seeing it again made her want it inside her again. “I’m going back to work
tonight, Reno,” she said.
Reno was shaking his head before she finished speaking. “Not yet, sweetheart.”
“Why not? I’m fine now.”
“Physicaly you were always find. But I don’t think going to work is a good idea.”
“Going tonight, or going period?”
Reno was slipping on his pair of briefs. “Going period, Tree, okay? I just don’t see where any wife of mine needs to be out there working.”
“Out where? I’m going to be right here at the PaLargio, Reno. You hired me as a manager apprentice and I plan to continue my apprenticeship.”
“Come on, Tree.”
“I do.”
Reno slipped a t-shirt on and looked at her, his frustration building. “What are you nuts?” he asked. “You think my wife is gonna work at my hotel as some
apprentice
?”
“But that’s what I am. When you married me I was a manager apprentice.”
“Wel, you’re Mrs. Dominic Gabrini now. The owner of this establishment. You wil not be working in it.”
Trina could hardly believe her ears. Who was this person? The person she had married understood her need for independence. Now, after that attempt on her life in Dale, he’d been acting so
Trina could hardly believe her ears. Who was this person? The person she had married understood her need for independence. Now, after that attempt on her life in Dale, he’d been acting so
nervous, scared almost. That confidence she loved about him stil there, but it was shaky at best. “I have to work, Reno.”
“Why? Why you gotta work? What’s so fundamentaly necessary for you to work? Before, yeah, I understood it. You had bils to pay, you had to take care of yourself. Now you got me, and
I pay your bils. I take care of you.”
“But I don’t need you to take care of me. I have to take care of myself.”
“Fine. By al means do so. But not as some apprentice at my hotel.”
“Okay,” she said as she stood up and began walking toward the bathroom. “I’l just have to find somewhere else.”
Reno slipped on his pants and caught her by the arm as she was about to pass by. “Wait,” he said. “What you mean you’l find somewhere else?”
“I wil find somewhere else to work, that’s what I mean. You’re firing me, that’s what you’re saying when you say I can’t work here anymore. So I said okay. I’l look around, put in some
applications. Maybe even get my old job back.”
“Your old job? At that strip joint? What I look like to you, Tree? I look like a fool to you? I look like a man who’s gonna have his wife, his
wife
, working in some strip joint?”
“I wasn’t a stripper.”
“I don’t care if you was the gotdamn owner, you working there ain’t happening!”
Trina stared at Reno. She knew she was in for a battle, but nothing like this. “I want to work, Reno,” she said. “I can’t just sit around twirling my thumbs, I’m not built like that and I don’t
wanna do that. I have to work.”
Reno studied his wife. She’d been taking care of herself so long that she wouldn’t begin to know how to bend to somebody else’s wil. He understood that. He didn’t like it, but he understood
it. And the idea of her working outside of the PaLargio, away from his people, away from his watchful eyes, was out of the question right now. “Okay, you win,” he said with a reluctance she knew not
to push.
“Thanks, Reno,” she said with a smile, hugging him. Then she looked at him. “So what club do I get?” she asked.
“What?” he replied, puzzled.
“You’re making me a manager now, right?”
“A manager? A manager my foot. What you think the PaLargio is? Some Ma and Pop grocery store? You learn how to work the cash register and now you’re the manager? You just got