Tommy Gabrini 4: Dapper Tom Begin Again (11 page)

“Wasn’t
that a trip though?” Liz asked him.

“What
was that about?” Tommy asked, to see if she had any insight.

“Family
stuff,” she said.

“Because
she stayed away too long?”

“Oh,
I’m sure that’s what they would love to pretend it is.”

Tommy
gave her a considered look.
 
“That’s not
it?” he asked.

She
didn’t mince words.
 
“No.
 
She stayed away, but that’s not the whole
story.”

“Why
did she stay away?”

“Because
he treats her like crap, that’s why.
 
Because he could never bear the fact that she wasn’t Gemma, that she
wasn’t exactly like his golden child.
 
And the fact that she’s a lesbian didn’t help.”
 
Liz took another sip of wine, and then looked
at Tommy.
 
“Chelsey’s daddy doesn’t like
her,” she said.
 
“And she knows it.
 
That’s why she stays away.”

Tommy’s
heart went out to Chelsey.
 
He knew what
it was like to have a hateful father, even if, as he suspected, Rodney was not
her father.
 
That kind of pain was a big
deal to him.

What
was also a big deal was his reaction to Liz.
 
He was intrigued with her.
 
He
knew she could be like Kryptonite to him.
 
He knew he could easily start favoring her
over all the other women he knew when he didn’t want to favor anybody ever
again.
 
He had his daughter.
 
He had his business.
 
He had friends and family.
 
He had enough.

But
despite all of that, here he was sitting here staring at Liz Logan.
 
Sitting here wondering what made the lady
tick.
 
Still looking down the length of
her, at that rocking body, and wondering what it would feel like to be with
her, and if he could be with her and not want her again.

Not
that being with her was a foregone conclusion.
 
It wasn’t.
 
Liz was
different.
 
She didn’t seem desperate to
see his package, or to be fucked by him the way many women he met often
seemed.
 
She projected a
whatever
kind of attitude toward
him.
 
She might be interested, but if it
didn’t happen that would be okay with her too.
 
Women were usually hot toward him.
 
He wasn’t used to lukewarm.

Liz
wasn’t as lukewarm as he might have thought.
 
She was looking out of the plane’s window again, but she was looking,
peripherally, at him as well.
 
What was
the story with this guy, she wondered.
 
The way he was sitting there with his long muscular legs outstretched,
with that glass of wine sitting just above that nicely packed bundle between
his legs.
 
Sexiness oozed from every
fiber of his being.
 
Just being around
him was making her vagina tingle, and that was highly unusual for Liz!
 
Good looking men were a dime a dozen in her
profession.
 
She was totally used to
being around hunks of all stripes, and she’d tasted more than a few of them.

But
Tommy was a beast of a different color.
 
He wasn’t desperate to get into her panties the way most men often
seemed.
 
Not that she thought he was some
angel who didn’t want any.
 
He did.
 
There was no doubt in her mind about
that.
 
But the desperation wasn’t
there.
 
And oddly enough, she liked that
it wasn’t.

But
as she thought about her reaction to that man across from her, she went to take
another sip of her wine.
 
But she had
already drank the last drop.
 
There was
none left.
 
She looked at Tommy.
 
He was still staring at her, but his look had
changed.
 
Given her own pulsations, she
was fairly certain why.

“Are
you going to drink that,” she asked as she looked at the glass of wine on his
lap, “or just hold it?” Then she smiled, which seemed to be her go-to
position.
 
“I’ll be more than happy to
take it off your hands.”

Tommy
was at that stage.
 
He glanced down, at
her big breasts, and then back up into her eyes.
 
“You want it?” he asked her.

Double-entendre indeed
, she thought.
 
And it caused her to hesitate.
 
“Yes,” she said.

Tommy’s
eyes half-closed and his gorgeous head tilted back when she gave what they both
knew was her permission.
 
“Come over here
and get it,” he dared her in a voice that sounded too sexy even for Liz.

And
too sexy for Liz to resist.

She
took her empty glass and sat it in the chair’s cup holder, placed her iPad on
the seat beside her, stood up, and walked over to Tommy.
 
As she suspected, he did not remove the glass
from his lap, nor did he withdraw his outstretched legs.
 
Since she did not have a clue how to be coy
or pretend she didn’t know why he hadn’t moved to accommodate her arrival, she
simply stood beside his long legs, reached down, and took the glass of wine
from his hands.
 
She took a sip.
 

But
when she smiled and was about to turn to go back to her seat, Tommy took her by
the hand, wrapped his arm around her narrow waist, and pulled her, sideways,
onto his lap.
 
As soon as she sat down,
and he whiffed her perfumed, fresh womanly scent, he was nearly overcome with
passion.
 
He wanted her.
 
He wanted her now.

Liz
was feeling the heat too when he pulled her onto his lap.
 
Although it appeared to be a spontaneous move
on his part, it wasn’t lost on her that he had positioned her ass to sit
directly on top of his penis.
 
A penis
that was ever expanding.
 
A penis that
she felt immediately beneath her.
 
This
man, she already suspected and now knew, was a pro.

She
was about to take another sip of wine, but he removed it from her hand.
 
“You know what I want, don’t you?” he asked
as he sat her glass on the side tray.

“I
never know what another man wants,” Liz responded.
 
Then she smiled.
 
“But I have a darn good idea.”

Tommy
was too far gone to smile.
 
He was, once
again, staring at her.
 
“You’re a very
beautiful lady,” he said.
 
“Smart, sharp,
confident.
 
Did I miss anything?”

“You
missed plenty!” Liz said with her go-to smile.
 
“How about sassy as all get out, competent beyond belief, independent
and strong?”

She
was surface strong, Tommy thought.
 
That
was for damn sure.
 
The way she stood up
for Chelsey made him proud.
 
Outwardly,
she was a very strong woman.
 
But he
wasn’t at all sure how deep it went.
 

“How
about we add arrogant to that list?” Tommy suggested.

Liz
laughed.
 
He lifted slightly to where his
now hard penis bumped against her ass.
 
And she turned serious too.
 
She
looked into his gorgeous eyes.
 
“Are you
married?” she asked him.

“No,
Chicago, I am not married.”

“Did
you recently divorce?”

“What’s
recent?”

“The
last month or two.”

“I’m divorced,”
Tommy said, “but it’s not recent.
 
I
didn’t just get there.”

“Do
you have a girlfriend you’re committed to who will not approve of this?”

Tommy
had women, but none of them rose to the level of girlfriend, and he had no
obligations to any of them. “No,” he said.

She
nodded.
 
“Okay.
 
Just wanted to cover my bases.”
 
She kissed him on the lips.
 
“You are now free to roam around the cabin.”

“Not
so fast sister,” Tommy said.

She
looked at him, scared that she had overstepped.
 
“What do you mean?”

“You
covered your bases.
 
My turn to cover
mine.
 
Are you married?”

She
relaxed, and smiled. “No, Thomas, I am not. Divorced either.”

“Any
guys over in Chicago waiting in the wings?”

She
nodded. “Nope.”

Tommy
stared at her. “Why not?”

“I’m
not a franchise player.
 
I’m a
freelancer.”

He
looked at her.
 
“A freelancer?”

“That’s
right.
 
I don’t play for one team.
 
I play the field.”

He
smiled.
 
His heart should have leaped for
joy.
 
She wasn’t interested in any
commitments, and neither was he.
 
But why
wasn’t it leaping?

“If I
understand you correctly, you play the field too.
 
Yes?”

“I
certainly can’t deny that.”

“Good,”
she said, as if she was relieved.
 
Although she oddly wasn’t.

“But
there’s no special one?” Tommy asked her, still unconvinced.

“No.”

He
was unconvinced because it made no practical sense.
 
“You expect me to believe that guys aren’t
tripping all over themselves to get next to you?”

“They
may be tripping,” she said, “but they don’t get next to me.”

He
still had his doubts.
 
“Not one?” he
asked.

“Not
one,” she said.

“Scouts
honor?”

She
looked sidelong at him. “Whose what?”

Tommy
laughed.
 
He really liked this
woman.
 
Then he glanced down at her
breasts, at the cleavage he could now clearly see, and back into her big,
brown, sexy eyes.
 
He was serious again.
 
“So I can bet on the fact that I don’t have a
virgin on my hands?”

Liz
almost laughed.
 
“I think that would be a
safe bet,” she said.

Tommy
continued to give her that lustful, hooded look. “I can go hard?”

Liz
felt the heat deep within her.
  
She could
only imagine how she was going to feel if this man went down on her like
that.
 
“As hard as you can go,” she
replied.

Tommy’s
dick throbbed.
 
It began throbbing as if
it were a heartbeat. And he didn’t waste time.
 
He stood up, with her in his arms, and carried her to the bedroom. It
was a new plane, a custom designed Gulfstream 550, and even Liz, who thought
she’d seen it all, was impressed when he carried her into an actual
bedroom.
 
A bedroom in the sky!
 
She thought only presidents and kings lived this
large.

As
soon as the door closed in the bedroom, Tommy began kissing her again with a
patience that made her feel special.
 
He
rubbed his lips over hers when he stopped kissing her, as if he loved the scent
of her, and then he was plunging into her mouth again, kissing her harder.
 
Her vagina was already pulsating just from
his kiss alone.

And
when he undressed her, and she stood naked in this bedroom in the sky, she
expected him to throw her on his bed and pound her senseless the way her
previously sex partners always ended up doing.
 
It was as if they always forgot about her and focused exclusively on
their own needs.
 
“It’s your body,” more
than one later said to her.
 
“One look at
your naked body, and I go insane.”

It
was nonsense and Liz knew.
 
Just another
excuse by very selfish men.
 
She was used
to it, so she stopped expecting anything more from it.
 
She learned to cum quickly or not at all,
because no man was going to give her any more time than he needed himself.

Tommy
loved the look of her body too, and he was tempted to throw her on that bed and
fuck her senseless too.
 
But he couldn’t
do it.
 
He wanted to; he’d done it that
way with many women before her.
 
But he
just couldn’t bring himself to do it this time.