Sal Gabrini: Just The Way You Are (9 page)

“You’re come
and reassure them?”

Sal
nodded.
 
As if he needed this too.
 
“I’ll be there,” he said.

Nicky felt
vindicated now.
 
His trip wasn’t in
vain.
 
Sal Luca now understood the stakes
too.
 
Sal Luca now understood that he had
to get off of the sidelines, he had to stop relying on them to handle it for
him, and get in the game.
 
And with Sal
in the game, Nicky thought with great satisfaction, there was no way they could
lose.

Gemma
stepped out of the shower inside their Vegas home just as the monitor was
buzzing.
 
She grabbed a towel, entered
the bedroom, and looked at the series of security monitors on the stand.
 
The one buzzing was the entrance gate, and
she saw where the gates had opened and Sal’s Porsche was driving through.
 
Gemma smiled.
 
She thought she was going to have time to shower, put on clothes, and
read over briefs before he made it home.
 
Now he was getting out of his car and entering their home, and she was
just getting out of the shower.
 
Not that
she was disappointed.
 
She was actually
thrilled.
 
She would rather be with Sal
than read over briefs any day of the week.

“Gem?” Sal
yelled as soon as he entered the house.

“Upstairs,”
Gemma said as she stood in the bedroom and continued to dry off.
 
With this new, more elaborate security system
Sal had set up, she could see him, on one of the monitors, head up the stairs.

And when Sal
made his way up the stairs, across the landing, and into their huge bedroom, he
was expecting her to be in bed.
 
He
didn’t expect to see her naked in the middle of the room, drying off her tall,
brown, bombshell of a body.

“You’re home
earlier than I anticipated,” Gemma said as he slowly made his way toward her.

“I don’t
know about that,” he said as he walked.
 
“Looks like you’ve gotten yourself ready for me.”
 
He placed his arms around her waist.
 
His penis was pulsating as he felt her
nakedness and looked down at her luscious lips.
 
“Completely ready.”

When he
moved his hands from her waist to her bare ass, and began squeezing it and
rubbing her there, Gemma felt the electricity too.
 
“It’s purely coincidental,” she said with a
smile, “if my body happens to be in the right place at the right time.”

“And with
the right amount of clothes on,” Sal said as he captured her mouth with
his.
 
Her taste turned him on so
completely that he couldn’t get enough of her.
 
What was to be a simple kiss became complicated, and long, as their
mouths moved around with sensual delight.
 
Sal was groaning in her mouth.
 
And when they came back up for air, he still wanted more.
 
“How did it go?” he asked as he kissed her
ears, her chin, her neck.
 
“Guilty or
innocent?”

“Guilty or
not guilty,” Gemma corrected him.
 
“Never
innocent.”

“Never,” he
said as he continued to kiss her.

“We
won.
 
The verdict was not guilty.”

“Good,” Sal
said with a smile.
 
“Now we can have
happy sex.”

“And what
would we have had if the verdict was guilty?” Gemma asked curiously.

“Happy sex,”
Sal said.

Gemma
laughed.
 
But the laughter began to wane
when he lifted her into his arms, she wrapped her legs around him, with her
womanhood wide open and pressed against his ribbed abs, and he began sucking
her breasts.
 
By the time he laid her on
their bed, and was between her legs eating her, their lightheartedness was
gone.
 
This was too sensual now.
 
This was too serious now.

Gemma was
arching as Sal went down on her. It was the beauty of the moment, and the fact
that they could have unrestrained sex in the comfort of their own bedroom
without worrying about anyone or anything, that kept them both on fire.

And they
were hot as he ate her.
 
Sal ate her
hard.
 
He opened her legs as wide as they
could open, as he ate her.
 
He knelt down
and licked and sucked on her with a gusto that made her want to cum in his
mouth.
 
And her vaginal juices were
spilling.
 
She became even wetter every
time he made her dry.
 
By the time he
finished, her labia were wrinkled, red, and flapping out.
 

Sal stood up
and removed his clothing.
 
He stared at
her nakedness.
 
When he finished
undressing, he pulled her to where her ass was at the edge of the bed, and then
slid his aroused dick inside of her.

As soon as
he entered her, he groaned.
 
Never had a
woman who made him feel the way Gemma made him feel.
 
And he stood there and fucked her.
 
His arms held onto her hips.
 
His eyes stared into her eyes.
 
And he fucked her.
 
He pushed into her deeper and deeper, and
fucked her with a rhythm he mastered.

Gemma felt
the fullness as he continued to expand inside of her.
 
It felt as if he was stretching her with
every stroke he made.
 
It felt as if he
was so thick and so big that she wasn’t going to be able to contain him.

She couldn’t
contain herself.
 
As he pushed in deeper
and deeper, as his rhythm took on more and more urgency, she began to have
rolling orgasms.
 
Sal felt her
pulsations, he felt her fighting to bear the intensity, but instead of letting
up, he fucked her harder.

“Sal, no!”
Gemma cried, as he slammed against her.
 
“I can’t take it!”

“Yes, you
can,” Sal responded in a raspy voice, as his ass pushed back and forward in a
faster and faster rhythm.
 
“I know my
baby can!”

And she took
it.
 
Gladly.
 
She would have died if he would have let
up.
 
And when he began to ejaculate, when
he began to shoot his load, the heat that overtook her took her over even
further.
 
And her last orgasm was her
strongest.
 
She clamped around Sal’s
penis and they came together.
 
Sal leaned
his body against her with a forceful lean, as he emptied out.

When there
was nothing left, he lifted Gemma, turned back the coverings, and got in bed
with her still wrapped tightly in his arms.

The next
morning, as Big Joe stood waiting beside Gemma’s Aston-Martin, Sal and Gemma
walked out dressed and ready to head out to their respective jobs.
 
Sal was heading to his office, and Gemma had
to be in court.

“Court?” Sal
asked as he walked her to her car.
 
It
was a lively morning, as their yardmen, their security personnel, and Big Joe
himself were all within earshot of the couple.
 
“I thought you said the verdict came in your embezzlement case, and your
dope case was being delayed for a few weeks?”

“All that’s
true.
 
But I’ve got another case,
Sal.
 
I have more than two cases.”

“But another
case already?
 
Why isn’t your partner
sharing the load, Gemma?”

“He is
sharing it.
 
My firm is in demand
now.
 
He has a load himself.”

“So what’s
the case?” Sal asked as he opened her back car door.
 
She was dressed in a gorgeous form-fitting,
up-collar light-green dress that highlighted her smooth, dark skin and long,
slender body.
 
He was proud of the kind
of successful lawyer she’d become.
 
He
was also so sexually attracted to her that he could hardly contain his lust
sometimes.
 
His penis began throbbing
just being beside her.
 
He couldn’t wait
until they went at it again tonight.

Gemma, too,
could tell Sal was lusting after her again.
 
She could always tell by that sparkle in his big blue eyes every time he
looked at her body.
 
But despite how
impressed he was with her physicality, Gemma knew he wasn’t going to like this
new case of hers at all.
 
But that wasn’t
his call.
 
“This kid I once defended is
in trouble again.”

“What kind
of trouble?”

Gemma got
into her car and sat down.
 
“He says he’s
innocent, and I believe him.”

“What kind
of trouble, Gemma?
 
Don’t play cute with
me.”

Gemma was
offended because she didn’t play cute, and Sal knew it.
 
“I wasn’t playing cute,” she said firmly.

“What kind
of trouble?” he asked her again.

She knew she
had to tell him.
 
She closed her car
door, to keep distance between them, and rolled down her window.
 
“It’s a murder case, Sal.”

And true to
form, Sal wasn’t having it.
 
“No, hell
no!” he said, as he slung back open her car door.
 
“A murder case, Gem?
 
Didn’t I tell you no murder cases during your
pregnancy?
 
Didn’t I tell you that?”

His voice
was carrying, and the workers around them were all ears.

“I know what
you told me,” Gemma said.
 
“But I can’t
turn my back on an innocent kid.
 
I just
can’t do it!”

“But those
cases always do a number on you and you know it!
 
They turn you into a basket case when they
don’t go the way you want, and especially when you think the client is
innocent.
 
No, Gemma.
 
Get rid of it and get rid of it today.”

Gemma pushed
him out of her way to close her car door.
 
“I’ve got to go,” she said.

“Did you
hear me?” Sal asked.
 
“Drop that case.”

“I heard
you, Sal.”

“And?”

Gemma looked
him dead in the eyes.
 
“And I don’t tell
you how to run your business,” she said.
 
“You aren’t going to tell me how to run mine.”

Sal’s temper
flared.
 
He knew his groundskeepers and
other workers were within earshot, so he grabbed her by the hand, flung her out
of her car, and hurried her back up the steps and into their front door.
 

As soon as
he closed the door, he placed her back against it.
 
“I don’t know who you think you’re talking
to,” he said with clenched white teeth, “but you’re talking to me.
 
I told you what was going to happen and you
agreed to it.
 
No murder cases led your
list, just like no out-of-town trips were at the top of mine.
 
I’m holding up my end of the bargain, I
haven’t been out of town in weeks, and your ass is going to hold up your
end.
 
I’m not going to let you stress
yourself out over another fucking killer case.
 
I’ll be damn if I let that happen, Gemma.
 
You either give that case to your law partner
to handle, or you hand it over to somebody else.
 
But you aren’t handling it!”

This was the
part of marriage she hated.
 
When she had
to answer to somebody else.
 
When she
couldn’t do whatever she thought was best and to hell with it.
 
And with Sal, it was even worse.
 
It felt like answering to an authority higher
than herself.
 
She didn’t like it.
 
But she knew he was only thinking about her
and the baby.
 
She knew he was only
putting his foot down because he knew she wouldn’t.

It was a
tough pill to swallow, but she knew she had to swallow it anyway.
 
“Okay,” she said.
 
“I’ll consult on the case only.
 
I’ll let Mark handle it.”

Sal
nodded.
 
He was satisfied.
 
“Okay, good,” he said.

But his look
lingered.
 
He knew this was hard for
her.
 
“Look, Gem,” he said, “I’m not
trying to boss you around or anything like that.
 
I got enough fuckers working for me, enough
to fill a stadium, to boss around.
 
But
we’re in this thing together.
 
I’ve got
to look out for your best interest.
  
And
your best interest is not you giving your all to some joker who might or might
not be guilty of murder.
 
It’s about
keeping the stress down.”
 
He moved
closer to her, and wrapped his arms around her waist.
 
“I only want the best for you, babe.
 
You know that.”

Gemma knew
it.
 
And she managed to wrap her arms
around Sal’s waist.
 
“I know,” she
said.
 
“And you’re right.
 
You stopped running out of town every
week.
 
You’re home on time every
night.
 
You even cook me dinner
sometimes.”
 
They both smiled.
 
“I’ll hold up my end of the bargain,
Sal.
 
I promise.”