Mafia Stepbrother Boxed Set (8 page)

I stepped out of the dress and kicked off my shoes. My panties landed on the floor just a few feet from my dress. I walked, naked as the day I was born, into the bedroom, looking towards the bathroom. I could see a distorted view of Cole through the frosted glass of the shower. He hadn’t noticed me yet. There was still time to turn around. I shook my head. The time for turning back was gone as soon as we slid into the back of the limo. Maybe it was gone the moment I called him for help.

I walked quietly into the bathroom, staring through the glass, watching his hands slide over his skin. I licked my lips, my throat suddenly dry. “Need help scrubbing your back?”

“Yeah.”

No hesitation. No doubt. He knew what he wanted. So did I. I stepped around the glass partition and entered the shower. Cole stood under the showerhead, his back to me, water cascading down his body. Taking a deep breath, I walked up to him and reached around. He placed a bar of soap in my open hand. I rubbed the soap in my hands, building up a sudsy lather and then slowly, gently, as if I was scared he would break, began rubbing the soap across his back, tracing the outline of his muscles. He stood perfectly still as my fingers slid across his skin, my hands slowly sliding lower.

A soft moan escaped my lips as my hands slid onto his ass, my fingers kneading the firm flesh. I wrapped my arms around him, stepping up against him, my breasts pressing against him, my hard nipples rubbing against him. One hand encountered something hot and hard, and I wrapped my fingers around his shaft as my other hand slid lower. A moan – the first sound he had made since I entered the shower – filled the air as I fondled his balls.

As I gently fondled his heavy sac, I slid my hand back and forth across the full length of his shaft, holding the thick rod gently near the base and then tightening my grip as I slid towards the thick head. I placed a kiss between his shoulder blades, stroking him faster, when he placed his hand over mine. He turned towards me, holding my hand on his cock. I looked into his green eyes as he leaned down and kissed me, his tongue teasing mine, and then moaned into his mouth as he reached up and took an erect nipple between his fingers, squeezing it firmly. His other hand slid down between my legs, his fingers sliding up and down my wet slit. “Yes,” I gasped as his fingers found my hard clit, tracing circles around it. My legs trembled as Cole drove me closer to orgasm and then he suddenly spun me around and picked me up.

Caught by surprise, I squealed as Cole carried me into the bedroom and dropped me on the bed. He quickly lowered himself to his knees, wrapped his arms around my thighs, and pulled me to him. “Oh fuck!” I gasped as his mouth met my sex, his tongue sliding between my folds, licking me from clit to ass and back again. I grabbed his head, running my fingers through his hair as his tongue slid inside me. I pulled his hair and squeezed my thighs tight against his head as an orgasm tore through me out of nowhere. “Yes, Cole, yes,” I screamed, trembling beneath his talented tongue. He quickly crawled up my body, reaching for the nightstand. I ran my hands across his firm chest, anxious to feel him inside me again.

After quickly sliding the condom on, Cole rubbed his cock up and down my slit, coating himself with my juices. I thrust my hips towards him. “Fuck me, Cole. Please fuck me.” He looked at me, his emerald eyes burning with desire, and I moaned loudly as he slid deep inside me with one powerful thrust.

As he filled me with his throbbing length, he lowered himself over me, his lips claiming mine in a passionate kiss that took my breath away. I wrapped my legs around him as his hips surged up and down, his lips kissing a trail of fire from my mouth, along the line of my jaw, and down my neck. I ran my fingers through his wet hair, gasping with the force of each powerful thrust.

Tension built within me, coiling like a snake getting ready to strike. I closed my eyes, digging my heels into the back of his thighs, urging him to go faster, deeper. His breathing became heavy and he lifted himself up, looking at me with eyes dark with lust. “I love you,” he gasped, and then slammed into me one final time with an animalistic grunt. The sensation of him throbbing within my sex snapped the spring within me, sending a tidal wave of pure pleasure through me. I grabbed Cole’s shoulders, digging my nails into him as my body shook uncontrollably, moaning and whimpering as my inner muscles held him tight.

As I shook beneath him, Cole leaned down and kissed me softly before rolling over to lay beside me. A strong arm wrapped around me, pulling me to him. I lay against him, enjoying the feel of his firm body, the words he spoke replaying over and over in my mind. I wanted to say those words back to him… but I couldn’t. I looked over towards the bedroom door. I had killed someone just a few feet from where we were now cuddling. Would he feel the same way once he learned that horrible secret? I closed my eyes, turned towards Cole, and snuggled against him. I had to tell him. There was no choice now.

I opened my eyes as Cole sat up. He looked over at me and smiled. “You should scrub my back more often.”

I smiled at him, but my insides were slowly tangling into knots. “Cole, I need to tell you something.” I stood up and glanced at the spot on the floor where Billy had fallen. Suddenly, I wanted to get away. I couldn’t reveal my secret here, not where it actually happened, not where Cole had said he loved me. “I need to tell you something, but not here. In the living room.” I walked out of his room quickly, feeling his eyes on me, and retreated to my bedroom, closing the door behind me. Tears stung the corners of my eyes. My heart was beating so hard I thought it might explode. I heard Cole walk by my door, pause for a moment, and then continue. Might as well get this over with.

After putting on a pair of denim shorts and an over-sized t-shirt, I walked into the living room. Cole sat on the couch in a pair of boxers. My eyes crawled across his body and I couldn’t help wanting him again. Maybe I could say I had been mistaken, that I really had nothing to say and just forget I said anything and make love to me again. He stared at me intently, worry etched into every inch of his face. No, it was too late to back out.

I sat on the couch next to him. He reached to put his arm around me but I shrunk back, shaking my head. “No,” I said softly, barely above a whisper. I cleared me throat. “Not until you hear what I have to say.”

He waited, his emerald eyes trying to peek behind my fear. I took a deep breath. “This Cruddup guy you’re looking for –”

“Don’t worry about it, Dani,” Cole said. “It’s just business. It’ll get worked out.”

“Is his first name William?”

Cole leaned forward. “Yeah. How did you know that?”

“He goes by Billy.”

Cole shrugged. “A lot of guys named William do.”

“You met him recently.”

Cole wasn’t an idiot. He made the connection immediately. “Fuck,” he whispered.

“And I know what happened to him.”

Cole tilted his head, curiosity in his eyes.

At first I didn’t know how to tell him but then it all came pouring out in a rush of words; everything from the knock on the door to Jasper calling the people he knew to come clean up the mess. Cole leaned back in the couch, rubbing his hand down his face.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, unable to hold back the tears any longer.

“Dani,” Cole said, his voice filled with worry. He reached out to me and this time I didn’t pull back. His arms encircled me and pulled me close. I buried my face in his chest, crying uncontrollably. “It’s not your fault,” Cole said softly, holding me tight.

“What happens when Sonny finds out I’m the one who messed up things with the police chief?” I sobbed. “What will he do to you?”

Cole chuckled. “Sonny isn’t going to do anything to me because a low-life prick was killed. If he found out the guy was attacking you, he’d probably dig up the body just to shoot him again.”

“He was the police chief’s nephew. You said he’s pissed.”

Cole shrugged. “He can get unpissed… one way or another.”

I sat up and looked at Cole. “No, you can’t do anything to him.”

Cole sighed. “Dani, it’s the business. Sometimes, certain unpleasant things have to be done.”

I shook my head. “No, Cole. If you do anything to him, it’ll be because of me, because of what I did. I’ll be responsible for two deaths.”

Cole laughed softly. “My sweet Rugrat. The chief isn’t some noble cop like the ones you see on TV. He beat confessions out of guys as a dirty patrolman. He backstabbed his way up the ranks. And he’s looked the other way numerous times just to put some extra money in his pockets.”

An idea popped into my head. “Then blackmail him. Threaten to expose all of that stuff if he doesn’t do what you want.”

Cole shook his head. “Old news, and he doesn’t care. He’s dirty but he’s not stupid. Socked away a lot of his extra cash. He didn’t even mind sharing that bit of info, saying he had various offshore accounts. Said if we torpedoed his career, he’d just take off with his wife and kids to some tropical destination and live like a king.” He got a thoughtful expression on his face. Slowly, a smile appeared; the same lopsided grin that used to infuriate me. “I think there’s still a way to make the guy squirm, though.”

Chapter 14

I crossed my legs carefully, making sure the slit in the long skirt showed off my legs to their best advantage. I sat back in the plush leather chair, looking across the wide, luxurious room. Men in expensive suits sat in elegant chairs or clustered together in groups in front of fancy fireplaces or elegant bookcases. I had never been in a cigar bar before and had to resist the urge to gawk at all the wealth on display. Cole’s home wasn’t exactly a hovel but he was slumming it compared to this place. Money practically dripped from the walls.

“Well, hello there.”

I turned and saw a tall, thin man in an immaculate suit standing before me. He combed his fingers through his greying red hair, smiling down at me. Chester Wainright, chief of police. Not in this city, of course. Cole knew all of Wainright’s dirty little secrets, including the one about him travelling a hundred miles away once a month to play rich man daddy to some not-so-innocent girl hired through a very discreet escort service; an escort service that happened to have Cole as a recent silent partner. “Hello,” I replied, looking up at him and smiling.

“What’s a pretty young thing like you doing in a place filled with a bunch of dirty old men?”

“Oh, I like to wrap my lips around things that are long and hard.” I kept the smile plastered on my face. Holy crap! I had worried I wouldn’t be able to say that with a straight face. It was all part of Wainright’s little fantasy world, though, just like the too-tight black dress and blonde hair. Dying my hair was the hardest part of all this but the escort service had said blonde was his preference… and he paid a large sum to get exactly what he wanted. He’d be surprised about the extras that were included this time.

“Oh really?” The chief leered at me. “Well, you’re in luck. I have something long and hard in my pocket.” He stepped closer. “Want to feel it?”

Not in a thousand life times… but what I wanted to do and what I needed to do were two completely different things. “Sure,” I said, fake smile still in place. I reached up and slid my hand in his pocket, resisting the urge to throw-up when my hand made contact with bare flesh. The pervert had cut the interior lining of the pocket to provide easy access. “Oh, that feels nice… but I said I like long, hard things in my mouth.” I smiled so wide my cheeks started to hurt.

Wainright looked around, as if surprised by this sudden turn of events, although it was a scene he played out once a month. He looked back at me. “Well, as it turns out, I’m a very important person around here and happen to have a room reserved for… special activities.”

“Really” I winked. “Well, I think I’m pretty special.” I patted his hard member tentatively.

“Yes, I believe you are.” Wainright extended his hand, as if he were the perfect gentleman. “Would you care to join me?”

I quickly pulled my hand from his pocket, as if escaping from a venomous snake, and took his hand. “I’d be delighted.” His eyes slithered across my body as I stood up and I cringed as he put his arm around me. Luckily, he was too busy staring at my breasts to notice.

I glanced over at the bar as Wainright led me up the stairs. Cole looked up at me, a drink in his hand. He nodded. I nodded back. So far, so good. No return nod would’ve meant… well, I didn’t want to think about what Cole might have done if he thought I wasn’t okay. He hadn’t wanted me to get involved in any of this but I had created this mess so it was only right that I help clean it up.

The chief led me down the hall and stopped at one of the many doors that lined the hallway. “A suite for my sweet,” he said, turning the knob and pushing the door open with a great flourish. I really hoped the girls who usually showed up got paid well for putting up with this lame crap.

“Oh my,” I said, entering the room, forcing myself not to laugh over the rehearsed lines. “It’s so big.”

Wainright barked a short laugh. “You’ll be saying that again real soon.”

Thankfully, I wasn’t looking at him because I couldn’t help rolling my eyes. This was where things would get tricky because his daddy/little girl fantasy took a different direction behind closed doors and I wasn’t sure I could pull it off. “Oh really?” I asked, trying to sound harsh. “Are you that impressed with yourself? Sounds like ego to me.” I leaned back against the wall, letting the skirt fall open to expose one bare leg. “Strip.”

He looked at me, unmoving. Damn! I was blowing it. I snapped my fingers. “I said strip.” Still nothing. The lustful shine in his eyes was dimming like a candle in the wind. I marched towards him, braced myself, and slapped him as hard as I could across the face. “Do I need to tell you again?” I asked through gritted teeth.

The dying candle flared up as if gasoline had been poured on it. “No.” He began taking off his clothes.

“No, what?” I demanded icily.

“No, Mistress.” He glanced up as he continued shedding his clothes but his eyes refused to meet mine.