Reno's Gift (Mob Boss Series) (9 page)

“What
the fuck is your problem?” he asked her.

“I
don’t know what you’re so upset about, Reno,” Trina replied, equally
upset.
 
“We needed an accountant and Jody
is a good one, so he agreed to help us out.”

“You asked
him?” Reno asked, staring deep into his wife’s beautiful hazel eyes.

“No,
I didn’t ask him.
 
He came by to
congratulate us on our grand opening and offered his assistance.”

“I’ll
bet he did.”

“Why
are you saying it like that?
 
He’s just a
business partner, Reno.
 
He’s just a
friend!”

“Like
hell he is!
 
I know Jody Parks, Trina,
don’t you forget that.
 
He and I used to
chase tail like it was nobody’s business.
 
That man never met a spectacular looking woman in his life he didn’t try
to fuck!”

“Since
there’s nothing spectacular looking about me, I don’t see what you’re so worked
up about!”

Reno
just stood there.
 
Sometimes it astounded
him how Trina viewed herself.
 
She once
told him that she believed most men would find her attractive, maybe even
pretty, but nothing like how Reno viewed her.
 
Let Reno tell it, she said at the time, Miss America had nothing on her.

“She
don’t,” Reno had replied.

“Stop
selling yourself short,” he now said to her.
 
“I told you about that.”

“What
I’m saying, Reno,” she said, “is that every good looking man that comes my way
isn’t trying to get into my panties.
 
Jody is a friend of mine and Gemma’s both.
 
He’s just trying to help us out.”

“Fine.
 
Gemma’s single.
 
Why didn’t he take her ass to lunch?
 
Why did he have to take you, a married
woman?
 
Because he wanted you from the
moment he met you, that’s why.
 
And don’t
you dare tell me I’m exaggerating, either.
 
He told me so himself!”

This
surprised Trina.
 
“He told you?
 
When?”

“When
he was working for me.
 
Why do you think
he isn’t anymore?
 
You think some
shitty-ass accounting business would give him the same prestige he had when he
was working for me?
 
Get real!
 
He started that business because he had no
choice.”

But
Trina frowned.
 
“You fired a man just
because he told you he liked me?”

“I
fired him because I overheard him telling a group of out of town investors that
he hit that thang of yours a time or two and if he could convince them to come
onboard, he could set something up with them.”

Trina
couldn’t believe it.
 
“What?”

“Yeah.
 
Your so-called friend was more than happy to
prostitute you out to some fucking Russians who were more than ready to take
him up on his offer.
 
Some friend,
right?”

“But
why didn’t you tell me, Reno?”

“Tell
you what?
 
That Parks is going around
saying all of these awful things about his relationship with you and I want to
know if any of it is true?
 
Of course
that shit ain’t true!
 
I wasn’t telling
you about that nonsense.”

“It
couldn’t be nonsense if you fired him.”

“Of
course I fired his ass.
 
No way was he
going to disrespect my wife like that and there be no retribution.
 
His ass was gone that same day.”

Trina
nodded her head.
 
That was the one thing
she loved most about Reno.
 
He looked out
for her.
 
“Good,” she said.
 
Then she looked at him.
 
“And I love you for standing up for me, Reno,
I really do.
 
But you’ve got to start
telling me what’s going on.
 
You should
have told me.”

“I
told you to stay away from him, that’s what I told you.”

“Yeah,
but I thought that was because of some business disagreement y’all had.
 
I had no idea it was because of me.
 
You should have told me, Reno.
 
I would have never thought about letting him help
us out if you would have told me.”

“That’s
where you’re wrong, sweetheart.
 
You
should have stayed away from him because I told you to stay away from him, I
don’t care what the reason was!
 
That’s
the main problem I have with you, Tree. I tell you to do something and you
ignore me and do whatever the hell you want.
 
Then the shit hits the fan and you come running to me when you should
have never been away from me to begin with.
 
I set your ass straight about that before.
 
It’s nothing for me to set you straight
again!”

Trina
still remembered that so-called spanking Reno put on her.
 
It was months ago, but she still remembered
it.
 
Back then she was questioning
whether he was overreacting to a situation involving Jimmy.
 
Reno became so enraged with her that he put
it on her.
 
And after what happened to
Jimmy, he was right to be enraged with her.
 
Reno never overreacted, she was still trying to accept.
 
There was always a method behind his madness.

But
she couldn’t completely give up her right to disagree with him, because they
still had serious disagreements.
 
She respected
him above any other human being, but she still had to have her say.
 

“All
I’m saying,” she said, “is that you have to talk to me.
 
You need to tell me what’s going on and stop
trying to protect me from the truth.
 
Trust me, I can handle the truth.”

Reno
knew she couldn’t, not the kind of “truths” he had to deal with, but he rubbed
her arm anyway.
 
“You’re a handful, you
know that?”

She
stared into his deep, blue eyes.

“You’ll
try the patience of a saint, you know that?” he added.

But
Trina chuckled.
 
“And you won’t?” she
asked and placed her arms around his neck.
  
“You’ll try the patience of patience itself.
 
I consider myself a hero for putting up with
your ass.”

Reno
laughed, and put his arms around her waist.
 
“Oh, yeah?
 
Heroic, are you?”

“Hell
yeah I’m heroic.
 
I’m a veritable wonder
woman for putting up with you!”

Reno
stared at her, and his smile slowly faded.
 
It became serious for him again.
 
“That you are,” he said as he moved closer against her.
 
“That you are.”

And
then he kissed her.
 
And despite their
contentiousness, she accepted the kiss.
  
But as she felt his lips on hers, and the texture of his tongue, she
relished it, placing her arms tighter around his neck and moving her own mouth
to his lead.

She
smiled.
 
“Just because you’re kissing
me,” she said as he trailed kisses down her neck and to her chest, “doesn’t get
you off the hook.
 
You treat me as if I’m
not your equal.”

“Do
I?” Reno asked distractedly as he kissed her chest and began unbuttoning the
front buttons on her dress.

“Yes,
you do,” she replied as he opened her dress and lifted her bra.
 
“You ---
oooh,
Reno
!”
 
He sucked and licked her
breasts and nipples with such expertise that her heart pounded and her vagina
tingled.
 

“You
treat me . . .like . . . I’m . . . not . . . your . . . equal.”
 

She
tried to continue her complaints, but Reno lifted her into his arms and carried
her to the desk, plopping her down on top of it.
 
His mouth continued to work her breasts as he
lifted her dress and pulled her panties completely off.
 

“Think
you’re my equal?” he asked as he opened her legs as wide as they could go.
 
“That’s what you think?” He had moved his
face back up to hers, and now was within an inch of hers.
 
His hands were on her knees.
 
“Is that what you think?” he asked her again.

“Yes,”
she said breathlessly as he continued to stare at her mouth, at her African
lips, and to blow his sweet breathe into her hair.

“Think
you’re Reno’s equal, is that what you think?
 
Think you can fuck me like I fuck you?
 
That’s what you think?”
 

And
then he couldn’t bear it a moment longer.
 
He covered her mouth with his own again, giving her a long, passionate,
jarring kiss.
 
And when he did bring her
back up for air, she let out such a full exhale that she could feel it against
her ribs.

And
then he knelt down, placed his face between her legs, opened her legs so wide
they began to ache, and began licking her.
 
She knew then that any anger they may have started with, and all
complaints and conversation, were over.

She
leaned back on her elbows and forced an intake of breath with every lick he
slid on her.
 
She felt every rumble in
her stomach, every tingle in her pussy, as his tongue licked with long, slow
strokes.
 
It felt so good to her that her
reaction to him was swift and undeniable.
 
So swift that she was saturating him almost as much as his tongue was
saturating her.

“Oh,
baby,” Reno said as he continued to make love to her pussy.
 
“You aren’t my equal, Tree.
 
You’re
 
not my equal.
 
You’re my
superior,” he said lustfully as he began to eat her.
 
“The way you make me feel.
 
The way you give me love.
 
Oh, Tree!” He said this with such passion
that Trina held onto his silky hair, and kept pushing his face further and
further into her cunt.
 
She had one leg
on his back now, and the other leg on the desk, and she was squeezing her
muscles so tightly and releasing her juices so sensually that the feeling
became too intense.
 

“Do
you feel it now, baby?”

“I
feel it, Reno.”

“I
feel it too.
 
Oh, Tree.
 
I feel it too!”

She
tried to pull his head back.
 
She tried
to slide her ass away.
 
But Reno kept
doing her.
 
His tongue felt as if it was
branding her with every long, slow lick it took.
 
And then she had to have him.
 
She had to feel Reno in full.

“Tree!”
Reno said as his tongue kept slicing inside of her folds.
 

“Shut
up, Reno,” she said to him.
 
“I can’t
take it.
 
Shut up and fuck me!”

Reno
stopped licking as if he had been waiting for those words.
 
And he stood up strong and tall, with his chest
breathing in and out in near-hyperventilation, with his penis so erect it was
pressing hard against his zipper.
 

He
buckled his pants and unzipped them.
 
“Pull it out,” he ordered her, as he stared at her.
 
She was staring down at his bulge.
 
He loved the way she reacted every time she
saw his dick.
 
And she hadn’t seen it
yet, and was already reacting.

With
her legs still opened wide, and Reno still standing between them, she eagerly
pulled down his pants and briefs, and then pulled it out.
 
It felt long and juicy in her hand, primed
and pumped for her well.
 
She looked at
Reno, with hazel eyes that were already heavy-lidded.

“Is
it ready?” he asked her.

“Good
and ready,” she replied.

“Then
what the fuck you’re waiting for?
 
Put it
in,” he ordered her.
 

And
she did.
 
She took his dick and slid it
inside of her.
 
Shoving it in.
 
Reno’s eyes began to dilate, and his head
began to roll backwards, as soon as his dick touched her there.
 

And
then he began to stroke.

His
strokes were long push-ins and slow push-outs in that masterful way of
his.
 
His ass cheeks squeezed in and out
he was fucking her so hard.
 
It was the
middle of the day, they were in a stuffy office, but the sensations that rushed
through their bodies were like sparks of electricity.