A Mob Boss Christmas: The Pregnancy (2 page)

Ah, come on,
Pop
!” Jimmy
said.
 
He couldn’t stop smiling.
 
He was having the time of his life.
 
“It’s not gonna fail.
 
No bodies are gonna drop.”

“You don’t know that no more than I know or Tree
knows.
 
Anything that high can drop.
 
I’m sorry, but it can.
 
Anything that goes that
high ain’t natural.”

“Oh, I see,” Jimmy reasoned.
 
“So that plane you own that you’re always
flying around the country in, flying high in, is that unnatural too?”

“Don’t get smart with me,” Reno warned his son,
although he was smiling.
 
“You know what
I’m talking about.
 
This ride is what I’m
talking about and it flies too high, I’m not taking it back.”

“Oh, Reno, just come on,” Trina insisted.
 
“Don’t punk out on us.”

Reno stopped in his tracks when Trina said those words,
as she knew he would.
 
She and Jimmy
stopped walking, too.
 
Reno looked at his
wife as if she’d just grown horns.
 
“Punk
out?” he asked her.
 
“You think I’ll punk
out over some kiddie ride?
 
You’re out of
your
got
damn mind if you think some
kiddie ride’s worrying me.”

“Then what’s your problem?”

“I don’t have a problem, what’s your problem?
 
Just bring your ass on,” he said forcefully
as he began heading for the ride’s ticket taker, walking swiftly as if he
couldn’t get there fast enough.
 
“
Don’t punk
out she tells me.
 
Me.
 
Punking
out.
 
Yeah, I got your punk out
right here, Tree,” Reno said, glancing back at his laughing wife.
 
“I got your punk out, punk!”

Trina and Jimmy Mack couldn’t stop grinning as they
hurried behind their big talking leader.
 
They’d never had this much fun at Reno’s expense ever.
 
Trina couldn’t remember when she had more
fun.

And Reno did indeed get on the Hang-man ride.
 
Nobody was going to call him a punk and he
not
prove
them wrong.
 
Trina was seated beside him, and although they were locked into the
seat, he still placed his arm across her stomach and braced her in for what he
considered was added security.
 
If any
bodies fell out of this monstrosity, he thought, it wasn’t going to be hers.

Jimmy Mack sat in front of them, and he kept looking
back and grinning.
 
Reno wanted to put a
sack of manure in his mouth.

“Man up,
Pop
,” Jimmy said
with a grin, causing Trina to giggle, too.
 
“It won’t be so bad.”

“Talk that shit when we land,” Reno warned his
grinning son.
 
“All right, Jimmy
Mack.
 
Talk that shit then.”

Jimmy turned back around laughing.
 
He’d never seen his tough father look so
terrified.
 
And over a nothing ride like
this.
 
But that was why he loved Reno so
completely.
  
Reno was as imperfect as he
was.

Trina couldn’t stop smiling, either.
 
Not because Reno was frightened by an
amusement park ride, but because he was fighting the fright.
 
He was trying to pretend that scared was the
last thing a man like him could ever be.
 
When he should have known Trina knew him better than that.

But that was exactly what Reno was doing.
 
He was fighting the fright.
 
Especially when he looked around and saw all
of the young people, young girls and children even, eagerly awaiting the start
of the ride.
 
They weren’t worried in the
least.
 
Trina herself said she’d ridden
the darn thing many times before, and loved it!
 
Reno, however, couldn’t see how anybody could love this.

He looked over to the guy at the controls.
 
Even he was young.
 
Which didn’t ease Reno’s
anxiety one bit.
 
The kid looked
like some incompetent bozo they grabbed off the street and told him to operate
this ride.
 
No experience needed.
 
Just put the lives of all these people in his
hands and work the controls.
 
Reno felt
sick to his stomach.
 
And the fact that
his wife and son were on this contraption with him didn’t help, either.
 
They were at the carnival park, celebrating
Jimmy’s eighteenth birthday, and Reno wanted to puke.

But he didn’t.
 
He manned-up, as Jimmy would jokingly call it, and endured the start of
the ride.
 
And at first it wasn’t so
bad.
 
Reno even began to wonder if he had
overreacted and could actually manage this.
 
But they kept going higher.
 
With
each come down, they sailed up higher and higher.
 
And then, instead of easing back down as the
ride had been taking them, they suddenly were slung onto tracks that careened
them down, causing everybody to scream in excitement.
 
Reno, however, just screamed.

“Get me the fuck out of here!” he was yelling.
 
“Stop this
got
damn contraption and get me the fuck out of here!”

Trina couldn’t stop laughing as Reno screamed and
screamed.
 
Jimmy couldn’t stop looking
back and grinning as his father screamed.
 

And then they were down again, and there was the
usual lull in the action before they went back up.
 
Reno looked over at the operator and pointed
his finger.
 
“Hey, you.
 
Hey, bozo,” he yelled at the operator as
other riders laughed.
 
They’d heard
Reno’s profanity-laced screams and thought him a hoot.
 
Reno, however, was dead serious.

“You touch that switch again,” Reno warned the young
operator, “and I’ll bury your ass in cement, you hear me, boy?
 
You hear me?
 
Yeah, I’m talking to you, you Napoleon Dynamite-looking motherfucker!
 
Don’t fuck with me now.
 
Don’t try me!
 
Don’t try me!”

“Yes, sir,” the young man said with all sincerity and
then hoisted the riders back up to their highest point yet, laughing as he
did.
 
Reno was kicking his legs and
screaming from the top of his lungs.
 
But
the kid couldn’t hear a thing.
  
Just the
roar of screams as everybody, except Reno, enjoyed the ride.

Afterwards, Reno staggered down the platform walking
as if he had what Trina could only describe as a sack of shit up his ass, and
he gave the operator a steely look.
 
But
he didn’t even approach the kid.
 
He
didn’t have the energy for any kind of confrontation.
 
He could barely walk as it was.
 
By contrast to Reno, Jimmy and Trina looked
rejuvenated.
 
As if that ride was just
the beginning of the fun for them.

And, indeed, a few minutes later they were ready to
go up again.
 
This time
on an equally scary-looking ride.
 
But Reno didn’t care what names they called him this time.
 
Punk, sissy, Scrooge, he didn’t give a fuck.

“Y’all go head on,” he said as he headed for the
nearest bench.
 
“I need to make some
phone calls.”

Jimmy smiled.
 
“Don’t tell me you’re scared,
Pop
,” he teased.

“Yeah, I’m scared, how about that?
 
You just sit beside my wife on that
contraption and make sure she’s secure after they buckle her in.”

“Yes, sir,” Jimmy grinned.
 
“I’ll protect her.”

Reno managed to smile at that.
 
Kid vying to take his spot in more ways than
one?
 
Not on his life, Reno thought as he
sat on the bench.
 
Nobody’s supplanting him
in Tree’s life, not even that black stallion hunk of a son of his.

When Reno sat on the bench, he quickly realized that
the only other people on those so-called “rest” benches were the elderly and
the infirmed.
 
And they were all looking
at him as if something had to be wrong with him, too.
 
Reno’s pride started to kick in again and he
almost stood up in embarrassment and walked away.
 
But he didn’t have the energy left.
 
He had left it all on the ride.

“Fuck it,” he said aloud, to the shock of their
sensitive ears, and pulled out his cell phone.
 
Think whatever they wanted to think, but Reno was keeping his energy-depleted
ass put.

His energy returned in droves, however, later that
night.
 
They had shared a nice
celebratory dinner with Jimmy, and while he was asleep in his very own
apartment inside the PaLargio that Reno had given to him as a birthday gift, Reno
and Trina were back in their penthouse that covered the PaLargio’s entire top
floor.
 
And they were in their bed, naked
and in each other’s arms, kissing passionately.

Reno kissed her chin and neck, but he kept returning
to her mouth.
 
He loved the taste of
her.
 
He loved the fact that she was his
woman and there was no one else alive he would rather be with.
 
And she was a wonderful kisser, giving him
tongue only for short bursts at a time.
 
She knew how to make him crave her.

And he was craving every inch of her as they stopped
kissing to come up for air.
 
Reno rubbed
his cheek against her cheek, loving the feel of the smooth blackness of her
skin, and then his mouth was moving downward.

Trina knew where he was headed.
 
First he would make a long stop at her
breasts, which he did.
 
And as he
squeezed one breast while sucking the life out of the other one, she began to
rub her thighs together in anticipation of where he was headed next.

But first he had to get breast.
 
And they felt so plump and juicy to Reno that
his mouth became manic as it moved rapidly from breast to breast, kissing them,
fondling them with his hands, sucking them.
 
He couldn’t stop ravaging her breasts.
 
They were turning red from the fire of his passion, and the nipple was
so big and hard that Reno squeezed the breasts together and placed both nipples
in his mouth at the exact same time.
 

And he sucked and kissed and he licked them until
every inch of her mounds were wet with his love.
 
And the more he ravaged her, the more her vagina
pulsated in anticipation that next he would be ravaging her down there, too.

But Reno wasn’t a necessarily predictable lover.
 
He did whatever the mood dictated.
 
And this time, after turning her breasts into
flaming mounds of joy, he got on his knees, straddled her, and then moved his
aroused, thick, pink dick up to her mouth.

“Put it in,” he ordered her.
 
“I want to feel your warmth all over it.”

And she opened her mouth for him to guide it in.
 
First there was the head, that she began
sucking like a lollipop, as she rounded her tongue around the tip and licked up
all of his pre-cum.
 
And then she moved
down the shaft, licked it like an ice cream cone, and then took it in, all the
way in, like the dick she loved to fuck.

Reno sighed as she went all the way down on him, and
he held onto the headboard as the veins in his muscular arms began to
throb.
 
Trina was never one of those
females who constantly had to look up at him to make sure she was doing him
right.
 
She knew she was doing him
right.
 
She didn’t have to look up at
shit.
 
That was what Reno loved about her
lovemaking.
 
She knew how to take him
into her mouth and feast without gorging.
 
He never wanted her to gorge.
 
He
never wanted any gorging until his dick was inside her pussy.
 
Right now he just wanted that anticipatory
sex that always made the main event for them even more spectacular.

And Trina feasted well.
 
“That’s my girl,” he kept saying softly as
she feasted on him.
 
She made him moan
and groan and feel that anticipation to the very roots of his hair.
 

And when it bordered on going to the point of no
return, she let off, and lifted her mouth up and off of his long, thick
dick.
 

“That’s my girl,” he said because of her correct
judgment of the mood.
 
And he moved his
body down, kissing her mouth again, her already wet breasts again, her stomach,
her
thighs.
 
And
then he opened those thighs and gave her what she’d been anticipating.

When she felt his first lick she pulsated.
 
Just that easily.
 
And he licked her folds in a long, titillating
sweep that began from the bottom of her vagina to the top.
 
It was never that fast, tongue-flicking shit
for Reno.
 
He knew how to take his time.
 
He licked painfully slow, gliding his tongue
up her folds, giving her that feeling of tender sweeping that made her sex
muscles clench.