His: Tony: The Sabatini Family by Fiona Murphy (mystery books to read .TXT) 📗

Tony is teasing me. Slow, he’s moving too slow. I plead for faster, deeper, more. Cruel, he’s so cruel as he works the first few inches of his hard cock in and out of me for too damn long. I need him all of him. His other hand smacks my mons hard. I can’t keep from gripping him tightly inside me. With a growl, Tony pulls out and oh god now his thick cock is pushing into my ass. No, it’s too big. I can’t. My pleas don’t stop him. In minutes, I can’t believe I don’t want him to stop. I’m pleading for more. This time he gives it to me. Deeper, harder, and faster, my orgasm slams into me with such intensity the world goes black around me.

The next morning we make love slowly and sweetly. For the first time, he asks me if I want to go with him to the office. I say yes because I realize I don’t really like being away from him.

***

Tony

I wake up with a start. It’s the middle of the night. Christy isn’t in bed. Sure it’s a late-night need for the restroom, I turn over, only to hear her crying in the bathroom. My chest goes tight. Fuck. Not again. This is the third damn month. I was so sure she was pregnant this time. Her breasts have changed, the feel of her sweet cunt around my cock was different. I read those were hints. Then again, maybe it was nothing more than wishful thinking. It’s killing me to hear her cry. I want to go in there and pull her into my arms, only I need to give her some room to let it out on her own. Tomorrow, I’ll give her what she needs.

My alarm wakes me. Shit, I hadn’t meant to fall asleep before Christy came back to bed. I hit my alarm and look down at her. She’s still sleeping. I decide to let her sleep in.

By the time I’m ready to leave for the day she still isn’t awake. Damn it, who knows how long she cried last night. I leave in a bad mood, not liking that she isn’t with me.

At the office, I spend too damn long on websites for fertility treatment places in the city. After several hours I’m looking at starting with a medication to increase her egg production. She’s already on prenatal vitamins, mixed into her morning orange juice. Carmella is only making her decaffeinated coffee so it wouldn’t be an issue when she did become pregnant. Her cycle doesn’t make any sense. One time it had come too soon after her previous one, the next one only lasted three days. I’m almost positive it’s too soon again based on everything I’ve been reading.

Vito knocks. There’s a problem with Johnny’s heroin shipment, he’s hoping I can help. I close out of the website and nod.

***

Tony

When I go home to have lunch with Dominic, Christy isn’t home. Carmella says she’s out with Lisa. I bring up her phone and track her to Lisa’s place.

Once Dominic is gone, Carmella eyes me. “What’s the matter?”

Carmella has been with me a long time. Her husband was one of my men. When he got killed in a tussle, I promised him I’d take care of her. So she came to work for me. Over the years, she has done good by keeping her mouth shut on what happens in my home, although she loves to tell me what I’m doing wrong. I sigh, wondering if she has any ideas. I tell her about wanting to get Christy pregnant so she’ll stay. Not the why, just the pregnant part.

Rolling her eyes. “Give her a damn ring and marry her if you really want her to stay.” She huffs at my surprise. “For fucks sake. You’re a Sabatini, and your word is your bond. You also haven’t committed to a single woman in more than twenty years. You tell her you want to marry her. She’ll know without a doubt she’s not going anywhere, and neither are you. Don’t you want your baby to be born in wedlock?”

Fucking hell. “Of course, I do. Christ. I didn’t even think of it. I’ve gotten so used to not thinking of it.”

“Men,” Carmella sighs.

“Shut up and leave early. I want the house to ourselves. I’m going to go get my mother’s ring out of the safe.”

***

Christy

Lisa tries to talk me out of leaving Tony, but by the time she has to leave for a date with a client I’ve come to terms with the fact I have to. I don’t want to, god, I don’t want to. But for him, I have to. The longer this goes on, the harder it will be on both of us. He’ll become bitter, or maybe I will and love will turn to hate. I could take anything but that—even being without him—over him hating me.

Except when I get home, Tony is waiting. He’s so damn sweet. He makes dinner, not letting me help. I know now, I can’t do it to his face. He’ll talk me out of it. He could talk me out of anything. So I decide to treasure this night, our last one together.

We linger over dinner, talking about everything and nothing the way we end up doing so often. He takes me outside. We sit on the deck and drink wine and watch the stars. Until I look down and find him holding out a ring to me. I go still in horror.

That laugh exhale laugh thing, he tugs my left hand to him. “Christy, I’m not asking you. No, piccolina, I’m not that stupid. I’m telling you. We’re going to get married. We can have a big wedding or a small wedding, but it will be in a few short months because I can’t wait for anything longer. I don’t think you can either. I don’t