Two Hitmen: A Double Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Lawless Book 1) (118 page)

I lifted my glass to her and she raised hers back. As she took a sip of her drink, she watched Bruto. He went to get himself a beer. In her eyes, I could see the same thoughts I was having.

She was going to be in the master bedroom. I’d be in the guest room across the hall. We were both thinking about where Bruto was going to be, that was for sure.

But ahead of that, more pressing at the front of my mind—and hers too, I was certain—was:
how can we get to be in the same room without Bruto knowing about it?
And I knew that was what she was thinking because I watched the way her teeth tugged at the inside of her lip.

Her eyes gleamed and the charge went straight to my cock. There was no way we were going to be together again that night. Not without a confrontation with Bruto, and I knew neither one of us wanted to go through that. Not now. Maybe at another time, if we had to.

And that was the thing that set me reeling. All that
we
and
us
. I hadn’t thought that way about anyone since the service. And the only time I ever thought it about a woman was another SEAL, and it was because we were on a mission together.

Alexa’s eyes twinkled as she looked at me over the rim of her glass. She had a look, a way of making things seem like they were naughty. Like she was thinking something wicked. Which I was sure she was.

At that moment, I was thinking something very wicked myself. I was remembering the sweet tug of her pussy lips on my tongue and the taste of her as her clit stretched up in its hood and vibrated. And the sound of her as she stretched and moaned when I gripped her sweet buns and slid my tongue up high amid her eager, tensing folds.

The way her lips pressed together and her eyelids lowered, I was pretty sure she was thinking of something very similar. Especially when her cheeks colored. My pulse hardened just looking at her, seeing her twist her hip and let her eyes amble down the front of my shirt.

When her gaze slipped below my belt, my back straightened. I wanted to hurl Bruto through the window, just so that I could have spread her right there and then across the table. The urge was strong enough that I had to grip the glass and keep my other hand jammed in my belt at the back of my jeans.

Bruto made a noise on his way back, and we both watched each other as we heard him come near. I was thinking of her telling him,
That’s never going to happen
, putting him down flat. No kidding around to dress it up. I had to control the grin and stop it spreading over my face.

Alexa was fighting to keep her face straight, too. Now I looked harder to try and see if I could tell what she was thinking. We broke off as he came near, or he would have seen the two of us locked together.

It had been a long day, and nothing about it was going to improve now. I thought about ways I might be able to arrange it so that Luka could come into my room. That was what I wanted. At that time, it was almost everything I wanted.

To feel his weight and strength, to hold him and have him hold me, to drown my senses in the crook of his neck and scent of his chest. That was all that I wanted. Whatever I did to bring him to me, though, it would have set off a confrontation with Bruto, and that would have to end badly, one way or the other.

Bruto was on the couch with a beer. Luka sat up at the breakfast bar. He pulled a gun from the back of his belt, snapped the magazine out from the grip, pulled back the slide, and looked into the top. He looked back at me before he went on. I stood nearby and watched as he took the weapon apart.

In less than a minute, he had it dismantled with the parts laid out neatly in front of him. His fingers moved with a speed and precision that made my breath catch. He looked up and patted the stool next to him. I was eager to sit close and watch him.

Luka named each part of the gun as he put it back together. Then, slowly, he pulled it apart again. As he took off each part, he looked at me and I told him its name as I remembered them. He smiled and said, “There are different parts, different procedures for each gun, but the principles are the same.”

When he said that, I knew that he was telling me about my own gun, but without saying it where Bruto could hear him. He said, “Guns are supplied with a manual, and that has diagrams and a parts list.” He spoke normally but Bruto couldn’t have failed to notice that Luka and I were bonding over a firearm.

He assembled and dismantled the gun slowly a couple more times. At each step I said the name of the part, where it would go. Whenever I said something sooner or I was more confident, I got a tiny flash of his lightning smile.

He let me try. First I popped the magazine out, then pulled the slide to check there was nothing in the chamber. Slowly, feeling a little clumsy, I pulled the slide all the way back and locked it with the catch at the back. I turned the gun around and moved the lever to disconnect the slide. Then I had to pull the slide back and slide it forwards again and it was ready to take right off the frame.

I took out the recoil spring and took it off the tube that Luka called the spring guide, slid the barrel forwards to disengage it and then pulled it up and out. As I laid the parts out neatly as he had, he nodded and it made me feel good.

After I took a breath, I carefully repeated the steps backwards. All except for replacing the magazine. It was an effort not to shake. His eyes half closed and I got the tiniest flash of his killer smile as he said, “Perfect.”

With no prompts and no hints, I had taken a gun apart and put it back together. I could have loaded and fired it and it would have worked. I had to hold every muscle in my body still to stop myself from jumping on him.

Instead I let my hand run up his arm and across his shoulder as I stood. I whispered “Thank you.”
 

As I went to my room I was already thinking about where I had concealed the box with the paperwork for the Beretta.

My little gun had a catch that I needed to press at the start, rather than the levers for the slide, but otherwise the process was very much the same. I unloaded it, checked it, and then took it apart.

After I stripped the gun and reassembled it about six times, I put the manual back in the box and returned the gun to my clutch. For a little while I sat on the edge of the bed, feeling the glow of my sense of achievement.
 

The new skill that Luka had given me felt like a superpower. Luka and I, we were like the two sides of a coin, a kind of a yin-yang complement.

I locked the door to the room and took the key to bed with me. I wondered whether Luka would break Tony’s door open and burst in, the way that he had in the hotel room.

Whatever I thought of, I couldn’t shake loose from the idea that I was going to be trapped, just like I’d heard a couple of old mob guys saying long ago. My father brought them back to drink and commiserate after he’d lost God knows how much across Tony’s card tables.

The two old guys had style. Expensive, beautifully tailored suits and shirts, shoes of soft, supple leather, but all long past their prime. One of them gave his impression of Al Pacino’s Godfather speech: “Just when I thought I was out, they pulled me back in.” Slack jaw and big, rolling eyes.

They all laughed, these two old guys and my father, but I saw in the way the guy who was doing the speech shook his head, it was funny to him because it was true.

Luka and I were a good team. Standing behind me in that club, facing the Russians, just knowing he was there, was like I gained a few extra inches in height. Then my breath caught as I remembered him busting through the heavy hotel door. The hungry look in his eyes as he panted, hot and crouching. The little key, still in my hand.

It seemed unbearable now, now I was alone in the empty luxury of Tony’s master bedroom, to think that I would have to wait until morning to see him again. And when I needed him so badly. Now.

My fingers had found their own way into the heat in my soaking panties. As I remembered him in the hotel room, they tried to find the places he had grazed and caressed me, the ways that his lips and his tongue had pushed and awakened me.

My back stretched and the cheeks of my ass clenched as the insides of my thighs quivered and shook. The thought of Luka’s lips on me, drawing me, coaxing me, carrying me through the tremors and quakes to a crest, so sure, so strong and so very sensitive, made me flex and tighten.

My hips rolled at the memory of his breath. I had to use a pillow to stifle my desperate moans. When my legs clamped together and my face screwed up, even that wasn’t enough, and I had to use my arm again. It reminded me of the time earlier, and that only made me need it more.

I’ve no idea how long I lay wide awake and exhausted. When I woke, the sun was blazing off the river and into the window, and as soon as my eyes opened, I had to get up.

The shower helped me some, but I couldn’t face washing my hair and staring in the mirror for half an hour without some air and some coffee. All I wanted was to rinse and clean my body and freshen up my breath.

While my hair still looked like a hedge someone had given up on, the little skirt and jersey that I wore last night looked tarty. Probably too expensive for someone looking the way I did.
 

That had been my theory in high school, I remembered, about how some people can get away with things that look totally tarty on someone else. If your hair looks like it can’t afford your shoes? That’s going to be tarty.

The skirt felt a little tighter, but I didn’t want to be in the room anymore. When I opened the door, I immediately regretted my choice and thought I must look like a bag lady who stole the classy hooker’s clothes. The first thing I saw was Luka’s sad eyes.

His face brightened when he caught sight of me, though. I guess he was having a little fun at my expense. A tingle of frustration started low in my stomach.

The leftover cramps I had from trying to sleep last night melted away when she stepped out, stretching and yawning. She was in the same clothes, but with no makeup on, and her hair was loose and natural, kind of looking like she woke up with it like that.

I know girls spend thousands of dollars to look that way, but Alexa was so natural. Every way I saw her, whatever new situation she was in, she looked like the real deal.

She covered a yawn with the back of her hand and said, “I need coffee, and I need to go shopping.”

Bruto snapped straight back, “I ain’t going shopping,” like it was an absurd idea. “Anyway, we got to brief up for tonight.”

She drew circles on the counter with her finger. “Tonight?”

“Tonight, when we’re meeting the Russians to plan the operation that Carmine has you masterminding. Don’t you remember? The operation that you’re going to run with your good friend Vassily’s crew.”

“Bruto, you’ve told me less about what’s happening than Tony did. And that’s saying something. I don’t know...” She hesitated. I saw her thinking ahead, and inside, I was urging her on.
Don’t ever tell your enemy what you don’t know. Make them guess.

She told him, “You should assume that I don’t know anything that you haven’t told me.” Her eyes were hard as they held Bruto’s hot stare. “That way, there won’t be any misunderstanding.”

She looked quickly at me then, breathless. Her eyes shone. I wanted her there and then. I could have picked her up and spread her out on the table. Held her down and filled her up until she hollered. Pumped her full, then flipped her over and had her again.
 

She said, “I’m going out for a coffee.” And she turned and headed for the door. Without looking around, she called my name, like a command. Closing the apartment door behind us, I followed her out into the hallway to wait for the elevator.

My cock and balls were raging, and the hot throb was so fierce it was hard to think about anything else. We stood about six inches apart in front or the elevator door. I felt the heat of her body through my t-shirt.

Her voice was thick, wet, and cloying. She almost growled as she said, “I’m still going to fight you off.”

I said, “You’d better have a safe word, then.”

“It’ll be you who needs a safe word.”

“Give me yours.”

Her chin jutted. She was still sleepy, but there was a fire burning in her eyes. Her hips rolled like there was a fire in her panties, too. “It’ll be something I’m just never going to say.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll tell you it now, then you’ll never hear it again.”

“Tell me.”

She leaned back against the inside of the elevator doorway. Her teeth pulled at the side of her bottom lip. “It could be ‘Tony,’ only that creeps me out just thinking about it.”

“So, what else do you think you’re never going to say?”

“I’m never going to say, ‘safe word!’ You won’t ever hear that again from my lips.”

“And that’s it? That’s your safe word?”

Her lips pressed together as she nodded.

The elevator chimed.

He stepped into the elevator behind me. I watched his reflection in the yellow of the polished metal door. He was staring at my ass. My knees shook as his eyes raked up my back. Wishing that he’d do something I chewed my lip.

Then, without warning, he grabbed me under my jaw. With his other hand, he slammed the elevator control panel. Hit the red switch that said, “Emergency.”

The car jerked to a stop and he came up close behind me. I felt the ridge of his cock press though the back of my skirt. He held me tight around my neck as his other hand came up my skirt. Between my legs. Cupped and gripped me through my hot, wet panties.

I remembered to fight him this time. I jammed and dug my elbows backwards, though he had me firm by the throat. I swung my leg forward to send a heel back at his groin. The sound of his chuckle sent shivers trickling through me as he caught my ankle.

He held my leg up so I had to lean against the cold metal of the elevator door to keep from falling. He yanked my panties aside and his fingers found me. Fondled me open. Slid inside me. Pulled me wide and made me gasp, low and long.

I struggled. Bucked my hips against him. I tried to wriggle free, but I couldn’t do much while he had one leg in the air. And damn it, the touch of his fingers made my body crave him and want to surrender. But I wasn’t ready to give up.