Sal Gabrini: Just The Way You Are (4 page)

But as soon
as Sal kicked him away, Jesse fell over, and fell unconscious, all at the same
time.

By the time
he made it home, later that day, Gemma was lying across the bed asleep.
 
She had taken off her business attire, and
was lying in one of Sal’s big shirts.
 
Sal
knew she was naked beneath his shirt without peeping.
 
She was always naked beneath.
 
And he loved the sight of her.
 
He loved the fact that she was carrying his
baby.
 
He loved the fact that she was
carrying his name.
 
He needed to be at
his office. He lost not one, but two acquisitions this morning and everybody
were in panic mode, but he was staying right here with her.
 
He had to find out what he could about Jesse
Crowler.
 
He had to get his revenge.
 
But now all he wanted to do was curl up next
to Gemma and hold her.

He tossed
his soiled clothes in the dry cleaner chute, jumped in the shower, and bathe
and dried off quickly.

Without
putting on a stitch of clothing, he laid spoon-style beside Gemma.
 
It was only then
did
she began waking up.

“You’re back?”
she asked as Sal’s hand rested on her barely showing stomach.
 
She turned toward him.
 

“I’m back,”
Sal said.
 
Her eyes looked so warm and
soft that it pained him to see the concern there too.
 
She should be carefree during her very first
pregnancy, not worrying about some joker like Jesse fucking Crowler.

“Did you
find him?”

“Easily,
yeah.
 
He was stunned we found him.
 
He thought he had destroyed the evidence,
with his stupid ass.”

“What did he
say?” Gemma asked.
 
“Why did he do it?”

“Money, why
else?
 
Somebody promised him fifty
grand.”

“Fifty
thousand dollars?” Gemma was floored.
 
“Who would give him fifty thousand dollars to trash my law firm?”

“He doesn’t
know.
 
It was a blind contract.
 
He does the work, they put the cash in his
bank account.
 
They already teased him
with fifteen hundred.”

Gemma placed
her hand on Sal’s bare chest.
 
She began
rubbing it, not for sensual delight, but as a way to think.
 
Her face was still a mask of concern.
 
“Who would do it?” she asked, and then looked
at Sal.
 
“And why him?
 
I know he worked for that janitorial service,
and they had a key.”

“And whoever
paid him probably knew he would have access to that key and the alarm codes,”
Sal said.
 
“And apparently he did.”

“So he
couldn’t tell you anything?”

“He couldn’t
tell me what I needed to know, no,” Sal said.
 
“But I’ll find out.
 
Don’t you
worry about that.”

Then Gemma
paused.
 
She already knew the answer, but
still needed to know.
 
“Did you hurt
him?” she asked.

Sal looked
at her.
 
“What do you think?”

Sal was pleased
when she smiled.
 
Gemma was a proud woman
who never allowed anybody to do anything for her.
 
Until he came along.
 
And now she trusted him to look out for her,
and he loved her growth.
 
Despite the
ugliness that cloaked a big chunk of his world, and that kept him on edge and
more than ready to return the ugliness, it was Gemma who calmed him right back
down.

“Recoverable
injuries I hope,” she said to him.

“He’ll
recover,” Sal said.
 
“I ordered my men to
drop him off at an out-of-town hospital.
 
He’ll pull through.
 
But maybe he
won’t be the same man he used to be.
 
Maybe his mouth will be wired shut for a few months so he’ll be reminded
what happens when suckers like him talk to cops.
 
But he’ll pull through.
 
And in his pulling, he’ll also know not to
fuck with you.
 
That I guarantee.”

Gemma smiled
again and Sal, warmed that he could get another smile out of her on a day like
this, pulled her into his arms.
 
They
were mouth to mouth.
 
Sal looked down at
her mouth, and saw her gorgeous lips, and began kissing her.
 
Gemma closed her eyes and basked in the
warmth of his mouth on hers, and wrapped her arms around him, returning his
kiss.
 

Sal could
feel his sensuality rising as he kissed her, and he began unbuttoning her
blouse.
 
The doctor said he could continue
to fuck her up until delivery time, provided she was in good health.
 
And Gemma, above anybody he knew, was in
perfect health.
 
He was going to enjoy
every second of her.

And he
did.
 
As soon as the last button was
undone, Sal moved his mouth from Gemma’s lips to Gemma’s breasts.
 
Gemma laid on her back and enjoyed his
attention.
 
She ran her fingers through
his hair as he fondled one breast as he sucked the other one.
 
And then he took his other hand and placed it
between her legs.
 
But unlike every other
man Gemma had ever been with, Sal didn’t ram his fingers into her or rub her so
hard that it hurt.
 
He rubbed her very
gently, almost to the point that it felt as if he was rubbing her with a soft
object rather than his fingers.
 
But it
was all Sal.
 
He knew how to do her.
 
And when her vaginal juices began to flow, he
knew how to take his finger and ease it inside of her.
 
He was preparing her, and he was masterful at
preparation.

Gemma laid
there and enjoyed his prep work.
 
And as
wonderful as he was making her feel, all she could think about was how much
more wonderful she was going to feel when he capped it all off with his
penis.
 
That was his crown jewel, and she
couldn’t wait to experience it.

She didn’t
have to wait long.
 
Because her pussy was
the crown jewel to Sal and he couldn’t wait to get inside of it.
 
They were both still reeling from that scene
at her office earlier in the day, and Sal was very unsatisfied with after his
encounter with Crowler, but that was all the more reason he wanted to relax
her.
 
He wanted her to feel that she
could always count on his love, and he wanted to demonstrate that feeling.

He moved
between her legs.
 
He wanted to smell her
fresh scent again, something he craved, so he was unable to resist.
 
He ate her pussy too.
 
But not nearly as long as he normally did
because he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer.

By the time
he was ready to enter Gemma, Sal’s dick was so stiff and hard that he didn’t
even have to hold it to guide it in.
 
It
went to her beautiful vagina on its own accord and entered her slowly.
  
Sal’s eyes rolled back as he felt her warm,
wet pussy envelope his rod as if it was a blanket.

Gemma’s eyes
didn’t roll back like Sal’s, but they fluttered when she felt the fullness of
his penis.
 
It was a sensation that
overcame her whenever he entered her, as if she was on the verge of being
electrified with something big and something pleasurable, and all the
anticipation of that excitement caused her to tremble.

And when his
cock began to stroke her, she knew it was going to be good.
 
Because it was good already.
 
Because Sal was teasing her.
 
He was pushing into her, going deeper and
deeper with each push, and then easing out just when she was moaning from the
feeling.
 
And then he’d go right back in
again.
 
She loved the tease.

But when he
laid down, and held her in his arms, and began to fuck her full throttle, the
tease was over.
 
They were going all-out
now.
 
And Gemma was holding onto him,
crying in joy as he did her.
 
Loving the
fact that he was enjoying it even more just by his moans and groans and grunts.

“Love you,”
was one of the phrases he kept saying as he fucked her.
 
“
Oh,
Gemma
,” was the other one.

And he
fucked her long and hard.
 
He fucked her
so long and so hard, and she felt his every stroke so deeply, that Gemma lost
control.
 
She squirted out her vaginal
juices and saturated him as he fucked her.

“Sal!” she
cried when it happened.
 
She’d never lost
control like that.

And Sal ate
it up.
 
His dick felt charged from her
saturation and his strokes intensified.
 
By the time they came, and they came together, he was pounding her.
 
He couldn’t help it.
 
He had never felt such a heightened
sensuality in his life.
 

“Oh, Gemma,”
he said again.
 
“Oh, Gemma!”

And then he
pushed in that one last time and stayed in.
 
His ejaculation was so thick and heavy it spilled out and down Gemma’s
thighs.
 
Sal was shaking from the hard
release.
 
Nearly every vein in his arms
and neck were visible as he strained out his release.
 
He felt it.
 
He felt it to the roots of his hair.

He looked at
Gemma, to see if she felt it too.
 
When
she opened her eyes, and he saw that one of her eyes were so hooded it could
barely open, he smiled.
 
Her look alone
told him that she felt it just as intensely.
 
The fact that her pussy was still pulsating, and clamping down tighter
and tighter around his rod, told him too.

The next
morning, after their first full day off work in a long time, Gemma woke up to
find Sal had already gone.
 
That wasn’t
surprising to her at all.
 
He had a
serious problem at the Vegas headquarters of the Gabrini Corporation that he
had to handle.
 
He should have been
handling it yesterday, she knew, but he insisted on staying home with her.
 
And she loved it.
 
They ate lunch and dinner together,
something, given both their busy schedules, they rarely did.
 
And last night, Sal made love to her
again.
 
And it was just as incredible as
it had been earlier that day.
 
Pregnant
sex seemed like an odd thing to Gemma when the doctor first told them it could
be done.
 
Now she was beginning to love
it.
 
She knew Sal did.

She got up,
brushed her teeth and showered, and dressed in what Reno once called her
effortless elegance.
 
She was about to
make her way downstairs.

But her home
phone began ringing.
 
She doubled back to
the bed, looked at the Caller ID, and then grabbed it off of the
nightstand.
 
“Hey, girl.”

“Hey
yourself.”
 
It was Trina Gabrini, Sal’s
cousin’s wife and Gemma’s business partner.

“What’s
up?”
 
Gemma sat on the edge of the bed.

“I’m glad I
caught you before you left.
 
How did it
go yesterday?”

Gemma was
puzzled.
 
“How did what go yesterday?”

“Didn’t you
say you had a big day in court yesterday?
 
Closing arguments or something?”

“Oh.
 
That.
 
Yeah, well, it was canceled.
 
The
judge had an emergency hearing he had to preside over.”

“Oh,
snap.
 
I know you hate delays.”

“Normally, I
do.
 
But not after what happened
yesterday.”

She could
feel Trina’s frown.
 
“What happened
yesterday?”

“One of my
former clients decides to trash my office.”

“Really?
 
Why?”

“Somebody
paid him to do it.
 
He claims he doesn’t
know who, but Sal will find out.”
 

“You know
it, girl.
 
He must be hot.”

“He is.
 
Especially when he saw the writing on the
wall.”

“What did it
say?”