A Mob Boss Christmas: The Pregnancy (18 page)

She began to groan as she pulled his dick all the way
out of his briefs.
  
It felt so thick in
her hand that her excitement caused it to slip.
 
He began to stir again.
 
She
paused in fear that he would wake up too soon.
 
But then he lobbed his head from one side to the other side and remained
asleep.
 
She then began to stroke his
penis.
 
She placed her fingers inside her
vagina as she stroked it, saturated her finger, and then used her own wetness
as lubrication on his dick.
 

Reno began to respond to her strokes, first by his erection,
and then by slowly beginning to wake up.

Cheri knew it was now or never.
 
She had to be in position, when he woke up,
to appear as if he was completely participating.
 

She lifted her naked ass up, and slid his penis
underneath.
 
And she shoved her small,
pink breasts into his face.
 
She was
ready to ride his cock like she’d never
rode
one
before.
 
She was ready to get the Reno
treatment in a way that would stay with her for the rest of her life.
 
She was ready to put herself in position for
Reno Gabrini, her boss, the one man she’d ever craved, to fuck the shit out of
her.

And she did it.
 
She slowly began to ease her vagina down on the top tip of his
dick.
 
And just as she was about to move
down further, and put it all the way in, Reno woke up in such a startled state
that Cheri’s naked body dropped down, and just miss his dick from driving deep
inside of her.

“Cheri?” Reno
asked,
a
perplexing frown on his face.
 

But when he saw that she was seated on top of him,
and was naked, he panicked.
 
“What the
fuck!” he screamed.
 

And when he realized his penis was exposed, and wet
as if it had been deep inside of her, he grabbed her by the arms and threw her
off of him, literally crashing her to the floor.
 
He jumped to his feet, unable to believe that
this could be happening.

“What the fuck you think you’re doing?” he yelled at
her.
 
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

Cheri was stunned by his reaction.
 
She had expected him to be shocked, but she
was certain he’d feel her pussy on his rod and go with it.
 
But Reno wasn’t going along at all.
 
Reno, to her own shock, was in full panic
mode.
 
She had to act fast.
 
She knew she had to act fast.

“You made me,” she said, scrambling to get to her
feet.

“What do you mean I made you?” Reno asked, still
stunned witless, his wet dick still dangling in front of him.

“You made me!” Cheri said again, panicking herself by
his reaction alone.
 
She could lose her
job behind this.
 
She had to be
convincing.
 
“I came in here to see if
you were okay and you started kissing on me and removing my clothes and then
you pulled out your penis.”

But Reno began shaking his head.
 
“No,” he said, his brown hair flapped all
around his face.
 
“You’re lying, bitch,
you’re lying.
 
I wouldn’t do something
like that.
 
Not to Tree.
 
I wouldn’t do that to my wife!”

“Well you did it!” Cheri said, putting back on her
gown.
 
She hated how much he loved
Trina.
 
She hated it.
 
“You were drunk and you came on to me and you
wouldn’t take no for an answer.
 
I kept
saying no, but you kept coming at me, Reno.
 
Don’t you remember?
 
You have to
remember!”

But Reno still was stunned.
 
He looked around.
 
Where the hell was he?
 
He didn’t even remember coming to this place!
 
And then he looked down, and saw his dick
again, and saw how wet it was again.

No, he thought.
 
No!

He had to get out of here.
 
He shoved his dick back into his pants,
zipped up, and hurried for the front door.
 
He could feel his wallet, his keys,
his
cell
phone still in his pockets.
 
So he slung
open the door and ran.
 
He wouldn’t have
done this to Tree.
 
There was no way he
would have fucked that girl!

Except he did, he thought as he jumped into his
Porsche.
 
His dick had been inside of
her.
 
Why else would he be so wet with
cum?
 
He didn’t play games.
 
If he had his dick up somebody’s ass, he was
fucking them!

He drove off, burning rubber as he went.
 
If he was drunk earlier in the night, he was
stone sober now.
 
Reality had sobered him
up.
 
And it was a terrifying dose.
 

And by the time he made it to the first red light, he
broke down.

“Oh, no,” he said.
 
“What have I done???”

It was Christmas Eve and Trina woke up alone in
bed.
 
That wasn’t unusual since Reno
would work so hard that he often wouldn’t make it home until morning.

But she woke up late, at almost ten am, and Reno
still hadn’t come by to check on her.
 
He
almost always came home by morning, even if it was just to make sure she was
okay.
  
And especially
now that she was carrying his child.
 
But, then again, she thought, they didn’t usually have a near
knock-down, drag-out fight the night before.
 

She picked up the phone and dialed his cell
phone.
 
She never had hers turned on, but
she couldn’t recall a time when Reno didn’t have his own.
 
But this time, it rang and rang, it was on,
all right, but he allowed it to go to his voice mail.

She hung up.
  
He was probably in his office, fast at work, and she decided to get up,
shower, brush, and dress, and go and see for herself.
 
All she needed was to eyeball him.

And sure enough, when she went downstairs to the thirtieth
floor, Reno was indeed in his office.
 
And she eyeballed him.
 
Only she
hated what she saw.

“Reno,” she said.
 
“You look awful!
 
Are you okay?”

Reno was seated behind his desk, as he had been since
he returned to the PaLargio, with his expensive suit looking wrinkled and
tattered.
 
He’d been back for hours, but
he couldn’t face Trina yet.

“Reno?” Trina asked again as she began walking toward
his desk.

“I’m fine,” he said, refusing to look up.

“Fine my foot,” Trina said, that Mississippi
upbringing coming out of her.
 
And Reno
looked up.
 
She was dressed comfortably,
in a maternity shirt and dress pants, her long hair pushed up and into a thick
ponytail.
 
She looked young and
beautiful.
 
Reno felt like a failure.

“What’s the matter?” she asked him.

“Nothing’s the matter,” he replied.
 
“I told you I was fine.”

She stared at her husband.
 
She knew better than that.
 
He worked too hard.
 
That was all there was to it.
 
“Okay, that’s it,” she said, going behind his
desk and taking him by the arm.
 
“Up.”

“I’m okay, Tree,” Reno said somewhat irritably.
 
He didn’t deserve her concern.

“You’re not okay!
 
Look at you!
 
You’re coming with
me.”

“Coming with you where?”

She forced him to his feet.
 
“Home.
 
To our home.
 
There will be no more of this working all night
long business for you.
 
You have too many
lieutenants for that.
 
So let’s go.
 
You need rest, Reno.
 
You’re always complaining that I don’t get
enough rest, but look at you.”

And Trina would not be denied.
 
Reno allowed her to escort him out of his massive
office, out of the suite of offices that contained all of his staff of
assistants, and then to the private elevators.

Reno leaned against the elevator wall as they made
their way upstairs.
 
Trina was aware of
his standoffishness, and it hurt her to her core.
 
Reno felt betrayed by her loyalty to
Jazz.
 
To him, Jazz was an enemy and you
didn’t cuddle your enemies.
 
But it
wasn’t so cut and
dry
to Trina.
 
She wished Reno would understand that.
 
Jazz was a broken woman alone in this
world.
 
It was different for a
woman.
 
But she knew now, watching him
keep his distance from her, that he didn’t understand at all.

When they entered the penthouse, Trina walked Reno to
their bedroom.
 
“I’ll run your bath
water,” she said as he sat on the edge of the bed.
 
Reno was so emotionally exhausted that he
could barely unbutton his shirt.
 
And
soon he stopped trying.
  
The depression,
the guilt, the overwhelming shame washed over him like a tidal wave on a
shoreline.
  
And he wanted to throw
himself in.

He would undoubtedly lose the love of his life over
this.
 
That was the
most
 
horrific
part about it.
 
And there was nothing he could do about
it.
 
He could pretend it didn’t happen.
He could call Cheri Dallas a liar to her face.
 
But he couldn’t do that to Tree.
 
There was no way.
 
He had to be a
man about this.
 
He had to tell her the
truth.

And when she returned into the bedroom, holding a
towel, he blurted it out.

“I fucked Cheri,” he said to her, staring at her, his
big, blue eyes bright with shame.

Trina stopped in her tracks.
 
She was certain she hadn’t heard him
correctly.
 
There he was, sitting there,
looking like death warmed over, and he was saying something that she just knew
couldn’t be right.

“What are you saying?” she asked him.

“I fucked Cheri,” Reno said again, as tears appeared
in his eyes.
 
“I fucked her!”

Trina again just stared at him.
 
It felt as if she had just heard something
that made no sense.
 
Then she sat on the
bench at the dressing table.
  
“You
didn’t,” she said, still staring at Reno.
 
“You couldn’t.”

“But I did, Tree.
 
I can’t believe it, either, but I did.”

“What do you mean you can’t believe it?
 
When did this happen, Reno?”

“Last night.
 
This morning.
 
Earlier.
 
I don’t
know.
 
I woke up and---”

“You woke up?
 
You woke up where?”
 
She thought
he’d been downstairs working all night, running from lounge to lounge to the
casino, as he often did.

“I was at her house, I guess.”
 
He began shaking his head in anguish.
 
“I’m not sure.”

“Reno, what are you talking about?
 
You guess you were at her house?
 
How did you even hook up with Cheri Dallas?”

“I drove to a bar after we had our argument.
 
She tagged along with me.
 
And I must have gotten plastered because the
next thing I know I’m on a sofa, she’s on top of me, she’s naked, and my penis.
. .”
 
Reno couldn’t say it.

Trina’s heart began to pound.
 
“And your penis what?”

Reno swallowed hard.
  
He frowned.
 
“It was apparently
inside of her, Tree.”

Trina was dumbstruck.
 
What was he talking about?
 
“It
was
apparently
inside of her?
 
What do you mean?”

“I woke up and there it was.”

Russian.
 
He was talking Russian!
 
“You woke up and there it was?
 
Where what was?”

“My penis.
 
Inside of Cheri.”

Trina began shaking her head.
 
It couldn’t be. For some reason she just
couldn’t accept that.
 
It felt so strange
to her. She couldn’t understand herself why she wasn’t throwing him out of the
house right this very second.
 
He was
sitting up there telling her he just screwed his general manager, and she
wasn’t going ballistic?
 

But she wasn’t.
 
She couldn’t.
 
Because
she knew Reno.
 
And she knew to
the deepest depths of her heart that Reno Gabrini wouldn’t do that to her.
 
Not voluntarily.
 
Not consciously.
 
Not Reno!