Reno's Gift (Mob Boss Series) (17 page)

“She
told two overweight ladies that they were in the wrong store and, when they
asked for clarification, she said we didn’t carry their size and they therefore
shouldn’t be there.”

“Get
the fuck outta here,” Reno said.
 
“And
this idiot is your business partner?”

“I
know,” Trina said, shaking her head and grabbing the lotion off of the
nightstand.
 
“Gem and I are going to
discuss our options when we meet again.”

“You
mean the option to dump her as a partner?”

“Oh,
hell yeah.
 
Nobody insults my customers.”

“That’s
right,” Reno said, nodding and agreeing with her.
 
“That’s how I expect you to handle your
business.
 
I don’t care how small the
insult, you handle your business because if it wasn’t for customers, you and me
and no other business person on this Strip or in this entire town would be in
business at all.
 
And that includes Miss
High and Mighty Liz Mertan.
 
You remind
that bitch of that very point, Tree.”

“Don’t
worry,” Trina said.
 
“I intend to.”

Reno
looked at her as she began putting lotion on her legs.
 
“What time is it?”

Trina
looked at the clock on the nightstand.
 
“Six thirty.”

“We’ll
be on time for a change.”

“Or
early,” said Trina.

“So
how did it go today?” Reno asked this as he continued to watch her lotion her
legs.
 
He began drying his dick as he
watched.

“It
went well.
 
We made some sales while I
was at the store, which is always good.”

“You
talk like you don’t always have sales.”

“We
don’t.”

This surprised
Reno.
 
“For the entire day?”

“Yeah,
sometimes.”

“Damn
girl.
 
Are you guys breaking even?”

“Not
sure,” Trina said.
 
“Since you won’t let
me have anything to do with the man who was going to go through our books.”

“Ah,
forget about him.
 
You need an
accountant, say so.
 
I’ll have one of
mine take a look, and it won’t be that prick Jody Parks either.”

But
Trina wasn’t having it.
 
“No, thank-you,
Reno.”

“Why?”
he asked.
 
“You need an accountant.”

“Yeah,
but I don’t need him running back to you telling you how terrible we’re
doing.
 
I don’t need that kind of
accountant.”

Reno
was concerned.
 
“It’s that bad?” he asked
her.

“It’s
not bad.
 
But compared to what you’re
used to it might be.”

Reno
walked up to his wife and stood in front of her legs.
 
He was still drying off his ever-increasing
dick.
 
He took one hand and lifted her
chin.
 
Her big hazel eyes, coupled with
her gorgeous dark skin, always captivated him.
 
He let out a tight exhale as soon as she stopped looking down at her
legs, and up at him.

“You’ve
got it all figured out, don’t you?” he asked her.

“I
never said that,” she replied.

“You
want to be so independent of me that you don’t want me to so much as sneeze in
the direction of that boutique.”

“I
never said that either.”

“Didn’t
have to say it.
 
Your actions says it
all.”
 
Then he looked down from her face
to her breasts and the rest of her body.
 
“Just like mine is about to say a few things too.”

“Oh,
Reno, not now!” Trina implored.
 
“We’re
going to have dinner with the mayor!
 
We
can’t be late.
 
We’re on time for a
change, you said so yourself.”

“Or
we’re early, like you said,” he said, still wiping his dick in a fashion that
was clearly more about arousal than removing any wetness.
 
“So just shut the fuck up and turn your ass
over.”

Trina
looked up at him again.
 
“And what if I
don’t?” she asked in that teasing voice of hers he loved.

“Let’s
put it this way,” Reno said, in that firm voice she didn’t love.
 
“There’s an ass with two juicy cheeks sitting
on that bed.
 
Right now they’re a beautiful
dark brown just the way I like’em.
 
But
if I don’t see that ass off of that bed and staring in this mug of mine in
about two seconds, pain more than beauty is going to be what comes to mind
whenever you think of that particular posterior.”

Trina,
knowing from past experience that Reno didn’t bluff, immediately turned around
and laid on her stomach.

“That’s
my baby,” Reno said as that ass came into view.
 
He tossed his towel aside and squatted down.
 
He began rubbing and kissing both
cheeks.
 
And then he parted them and
licked with that long, caressing lick that caused Trina to tremble.
 
She closed her eyes as Reno licked her long
and lovingly.
 

And
as he licked between her crack, he reached his fingers into her folds and began
to massage her with even more love.
 
She
opened her legs wide and enjoyed his attention.
 
She was so relaxed, and so completely in his control, that she could
have fallen asleep where she lay as he did what he did with that expertise that
always reassured her.
 
She’d been with
Reno a long time, but she never recalled a time that he’d ever disappointed her
in bed.
 
Never.
 
And for a woman like Trina who had many
boyfriends in the past who did nothing but disappoint her, that was saying
something.

When
Reno finally stopped his oral sensations and entered her from behind, she was
more than ready to receive him.
 
She
sighed in sensual pleasure as she could not only feel but could hear when his
penis became saturated with her vaginal juices as soon as he entered her.
 
Reno could feel it too and let out a guttural
sound of his own.
 
And when he lay on top
of her back and began his masterful strokes, they both felt the sensation.

As
those strokes continued, they didn’t give a second thought to the engagement
they very well might turn up late for.
 
Because it felt too good.
 
Because
it felt as if they didn’t care about anything at this moment in time, except
each other.

Reno
closed his eyes and thought of the woman beneath him as he fucked her.
 
He could smell her wonderfully unique scent
and feel the texture of her skin against his own.
 
And the feel of his dick deep inside of her
intensified even more for no other reason than the fact that it was Trina he
was fucking.
 

His
Trina.
 

She
belonged to him and he knew she knew it.
 
This woman was his and the thought of it sometimes made him giddy.
 
There was no other human being alive that he
would have preferred to be with.
 
None
other alive.
 

And
when his strokes produced that friction where she tightened her vaginal muscles
around his expansiveness, and they both exploded with cum with an intense,
throbbing release, it brought tears to his eyes.
 

Trina
lifted up and Reno slammed her back down as they loved and could barely bear
the intensity.
 
Especially Reno, who was
straining every muscle in his body as he came.
 

“
Oh, Tree
,” he said as he poured into
her, as he continued to stroke her, over and over, refusing to stop even though
his dick felt like sparks of fire every time he made contact with her.
 
He kept pounding it, and she kept taking
it.
 
Then he started talking so low she
could barely hear him.
 
But he kept
talking.
 

“Nobody
else,” he kept saying as he poured and pounded.
 
“Nobody else.”

SIX

After
getting clearance at the gate, Reno drove his Porsche onto the circular
driveway of the mayor’s home in that superfast way that he drove, and stopped
at the top of the circle. He got out, buttoned his suit coat, and opened the
passenger door for Trina.
 
As Trina
stepped out, Belle Patrone, standing at the bedroom window upstairs, was
watching them.
 
Standing beside her,
watching them too, was Connor Rigby, the mayor of Las Vegas.
 
He was a bachelor well into his fifties who
was known for liking the ladies. And they all were usually of one type:
younger, beautiful, blonde ladies like Belle.

But
Belle’s entire attention was on Trina.
 
She stared as Trina stepped out of the car in her perfectly tailored,
loose-fitting light-purple dress and her red and white (with a hint of purple)
stiletto heels.
 
Her hair was beautifully
styled, in one of those Halle Berry Pixie-cuts, and Reno, in his light brown
suit, looking sexy himself in Belle’s estimation, seemed to be just enamored
with her.
 
As they walked toward the house,
he had his hand on the small of her back and was ever vigilant, looking around
constantly, as if he was more her bodyguard than her husband.
 
Belle could hardly contain her regret.

“So
that’s Katrina Gabrini,” she said as she stared.

“You’ve
never met her?” Connor asked.
  

“Never.
 
I’ve only seen her in pictures.
 
They do her no justice.”

“Ah,
she’s all right.
 
Not my type, but she’s
all right.”

But
Belle took Connor’s assessment of Trina with more than a grain of salt.
 
Connor was some old guy who still believed
that blondes had more fun, even fake blondes like Belle.
 
But Reno knew better.
 

“You’d
better get downstairs,” she said.
 
“And
let them in.”

“Do I
have to?” Connor asked, kissing her on the neck.

She
smiled, but moved slightly away.
 
“You have
to,” she said.

“You
have to also,” he said. “This was your idea, after all.”
 
Then he kissed
 
her on the neck again.
 
“So don’t be long,” he said and left.

Belle
inwardly snorted as he left.
 
She wasn’t
going to be long at all.
 
She had to make
her grand entrance, after all.

And
sure enough, after Connor hurried downstairs and opened the door, welcoming
Reno and Trina into his home, Belle made that entrance.
 
She stood at the top of the spiral staircase
and watched as introductions were being made.
 
None of them had bothered to look up at her yet, as they were just
greeting each other, but Belle was staring at them.
 
Or at least at
one
of them.
 

He
still had that swag in spades, she thought, although she already realized that
when she saw him in Atlantic City a week ago.
 
She’d seen him by accident at first.
 
He and his son and three other men walked into a restaurant there and he
walked right by her.
 
It was obviously a
business dinner, as Reno was talking a mile a minute and was animated.
 
But during his entire time in that
restaurant, she stared.
 
He never once
saw her, but she stared.

The
next day, when she texted for him to meet her in a boardwalk café, he was
surprised to see her again.
 
He had no
clue that she had spent dinner with him the night before.

Reno Gabrini
, she thought as she began descending
the staircase in her beautiful white dress and heels.
 
She was staring at him now.
 
He wore a simple but obviously expensive
light brown suit that highlighted that messy brown hair she used to love to
ruffle, and those startling blue eyes she used to find hypnotic.
  
Just as she had realized sooner, his wife
was prettier than she had expected.
 
And
not just pretty in a beauty sense, but pretty in a sophistication sense.
 
She had swag too.
 
But that didn’t mean, Belle thought as she
walked, that she deserved Reno Gabrini.