CLASS ACT (A BRITISH ROCKSTAR BAD BOY ROMANCE) (47 page)

“This will be your room,” the bellhop said, opening the door. We stepped into the spacious hotel room after him. “As you’ve requested, there is a seaside view. It is quite beautiful this time of the year.”

The beautiful Mediterranean Sea greeted me as I peered across the balcony. I had always thought Jackie’s eyes would look like the sea. I was glad to know that my suspicions were right.

“Grazie,” I said to the bellhop. I pulled out few Euro bills out of my purse and handed it to him. “For the help you’ve given us.”

The young man quickly pocketed the money. “Thank you very much, Mr. and Mrs. Connell! Your Italian is very good.”

I smiled at Jackie as he dropped off our luggage. “My husband taught me well.”

The bellhop exited through the front door. “We’re at your service if you need anything.”

My husband rolled his eyes at the bellhop left us alone. “You gave him a month’s salary. Knowing the locals, he’ll probably spend it all the racetracks and a few bottles of Nastro Azzurro.”

“A day’s work for a day’s pay,” I giggled. “Come on, live a little Mr. Connell. We’re on vacation.”

“I’m still not used to being Jackie Connell the tourist,” he laughed taking a seat on the bed. “I’ve been Jackie the hitman for years. I guess it’s something I’ll have to learn.”

“It was my mother’s maiden name,” I mused. It only had been a few months but my old life felt like it was thousand years in the past. “I guess it’ll live on through us. I hope you don’t mind.”

Jackie stretched. “Fake name or not, you’re my wife. I’d rather receive something from your side of the family than bring over the skeletons from mine. Besides, we’re still Jackie and Kelly. I don’t know if I could live with changing my first name.”

I massaged his shoulder. “Are you feeling better?”

“Just the jetlag… err… boat lag,” he said, completing his stretches. Jackie had made a miraculous recovery after his near death experience. Nonetheless, I made sure that he took it easy. “I’m back to full fighting strength thanks to your skills. Not that I’m looking for a fight.”

I sighed. “I hope I never have to patch you up ever again.”

“You never know,” he joked. “This island can be a dangerous place. You’re just seeing the nice part that they show off for tourists.”

“You visited Sicily before, right?” I asked. “I remembered you mentioned visiting a few places when we were on the plane to Morocco.”

“It was back when I was just a boy,” he replied. “My mother took me with her to see my grandmother. She said the island was home to some of the most corrupt men in Europe but it was her home.”

“I guess we have a long to-do list as long as we’re in Sicily.”

He lied back on the bed. “For now, let’s just relax.”

To his surprise, Jackie enjoyed the mundane aspects of married life. He liked waking up next to me in the morning. He loved making breakfast with me. Even I found myself enjoying the small-talk we made over dinner.

His life as a hitman never gave him time for things like this. That phase of his life was over. He had lost any and all desire to hurt or kill.

“Maybe France next?” Jackie mused. “It’s not too far from Piedmont.”

“How about Russia?” I smirked. “We could do with seeing the nicer side of the country.”

Jackie laughed. “Not sure I want to visit a cold country, especially after every Russian I know has tried to kill me.”

“Hey, it’s a perfectly fine tourist destination!” I replied. “I’m sure we’ll meet some nice Russians. I’ve always wanted to see the Kremlin. When will Mr. Lee finish forging out new identities?”

“He is finalizing the paperwork,” Jackie said, looking serious. “We already have our fake social security cards and passports but the birth certificates need more work. In a few weeks, he’ll find us a permanent spot to live in. We just have to decide on a place.”

“Think he’ll throw in some death certificates for free?” I giggled, lying down on the bed next to him. “How are things with the Pastore family? Is it even called the Pastore family without a Pastore at its head?”

“Frank’s trying to make the whole enterprise seem more legitimate,” he replied. “He’s investing into more businesses that aren’t just fronts for laundering money. It makes sense considering the police and FBI are on high alert after the Gregori incident.”

I gave him an incredulous look. “Really?”

“Well, as legitimate as the Italian mafia can ever be,” he chuckled. “Honestly, I’m not too concerned about my past life. I’m more worried about my future, especially how I’m going to spend it with you.”

“Where do you want to settle down?”

“Anywhere,” he answered, placing his arm around me. “As long as you’re with me.”

I pulled him in for a kiss. He draped a hand over my body. It was as if held onto me for dear life. I couldn’t blame him. We had almost lost each other not too long ago.

He kissed me and whispered. “Just don’t fall out of bed again.”

I playfully slapped him on the arm. “Hey, we were on a boat!”

Jackie replied with a kiss. “Well, we don’t have to worry about any waves today.”

“Remember Morocco?” I said, kissing him back. Mr. Lee had us enter Europe through Morocco and then a boat ride. “It looked so calm… I just never imagined I’d see a real desert in North Africa. Or end up sailing to Sicily.”

“I know what you mean,” he said. “I used to travel the world either due to the military or the mafia. I never had the chance to stop and smell the roses. It’s about time I made up for lost opportunities.”

“It’s funny,” I said, reminiscing over the past. “Back in college, I just wanted to get away from my father. I choose the school and its pre-med program because I needed some space. Now, I don’t mind settling down and building something.”

“You can still become a doctor,” Jackie consoled, caressing my face. “You can start your own practice. I’m sure Mr. Lee could forge you a Ph.D. You’re already the best damn doctor I’ve ever worked with.”

“Yeah, one that specializes on gunshot wounds,” I replied which elicited a laugh out of him. Yet, I couldn’t fell melancholy about the whole thing. “Maybe I could work with children. Back in college, I thought of studying to become a pediatrician. How about you? There’s a lot of places that look for someone who has military training. Or is good with security.”

“Don’t laugh,” he warned. “But I’ve always wanted to cook for a living. Maybe even start my own restaurant.”

I broke out in giggles to his chagrin. “That’s wonderful. You’ve always been a great chef.”

He shrugged and look off into the distance. “Might just be the Italian in me.”

“At least you have a goal,” I said, turning his face to look into my eyes. “I’m just not sure what I want to do.”

My lover stroked my cheek. “We’ll find it out… together.”

I moved in closer and basked in the warmth of his body. Jackie’s breath was hot upon my cheek. I rested my ear against his heart and listened to his heartbeat.

His arm slide down past my blouse and against my bare skin. We began to undress each other. Clothing piled up on the side of the bed. Soon, my naked skin clashed against his nude body.

My body became tense.

It was a reaction I always felt when making love to Jackie. Our connection was more than just physical. We had laughed the grim reaper in the face more times than either of us were comfortable with. You couldn’t help but form a strong bond after that.

I reached down to hold the base of his shaft. I had become bolder over the past few months. “Oh… you’re so hard…”

He smiled and groped my breasts. “You have that effect on me.”

I slide my hand his cock to cup his balls. I gave it gentle squeezed that caused him to groan and jerk his hips. “Oh…”

I moved up to grasp his erection with a tight hold. “That’s just the warm up.”

Jackie brought his muscular body over me. His hand turned my head and brought me in for passion kiss. His tongue probed past my lips and brushed my own tongue aside.

He was hungry for this.

I swung a leg over his side and guided his cock to my sex. However, Jackie wasn’t in a rush to fuck me. My lover was as patient as he was during a hit in his past occupation.

I was now his quarry. In place of a deadly rifle, he used his body to please and love me. It was no longer about taking something from one else. Jackie shared his soul with me. I felt all of the anger, sorrow, and love he had kept buried in his heart.

I stared at Jackie’s face as the sunlight shone upon it. I could see his sharp Italian features and his piercing hazel eyes. God, he looked so beautiful.

The feel of his hand against my abdomen shook me out of my thoughts. My skin felt so sensitive as though an electric current ran through it. Goosebumps appeared wherever he made contact with my skin. The air in my lungs left through a series of moans.

My fingers raced down to hold his erection. “It’s time for you to love me.”

I punctuated my statement by spreading legs for him. Jackie didn’t rush to enter me. Instead, he warmed me up by suckling my nipples. I couldn’t help but reward him with a moan.

My hand began to stroke his lengthy shaft from its base to its tip. He closed his eyes and tilted his head backwards. His weight shifted and pinned me against the bed.

Not that I wanted to leave.

When his mouth left my breast, a skilled hand replaced it. Jackie pinched and flicked my erect nipples. Down below, I felt his shaft brush up against my wet slit. “Please, make love to me…”

I ground my sex against the base of his cock. Jackie brought a hand down to guide it into my sex. The tip of his erection brushed against my labia before poking my clit.

The man knew how to drive a woman wild.

Finally, he spread my legs wide and thrust into me. My chest rose as his entrance before exhaling and bucking my hips upward. “Oh… Jackie…”

My hands slide down my lover’s muscular back. I felt the sinews in his powerful frame bend and stretch as the man made love to me. I tossed my head from side to side as drool trickled down my chin. My heels dug into the soft bedding. I heard the mattress springs creak as we frantically fucked each other on top of it.

I moved on to mount Jackie from the top. He grabbed my ass to help stabilized me. Not that he didn’t have other plans for it.

I rode my lover as he submitted to my gyrations. I placed a hand on his chest as if riding a wild horse. Jackie’s hands dug into my buttocks as he groaned. “Kelly… God, you’re amazing…”

My pussy clamped around his hard cock. It throbbed against my warm flesh in response. Jackie’s thrusts were patient. There wasn’t a sense of urgency or the atmosphere of a last chance like when we first made love together.

It was like he was filling me with the same vigor and desire that drove him. I leaned forward to kiss him. Our mouths met and we soon engaged in a series of wet kisses.

Jackie pumped into me at a steady rhythm. He was so deep inside of me. I met his thrusts with my own downward motions. Our bodies clashed against each other. It was flesh on flesh. Our cries of passion echoed in the room. I loved every second of it.

After so much vigorous fucking, it was only a matter of time I achieved an immense orgasm. My body grew languid and I collapsed on top of my lover. My eyes fluttered before narrowing down to small slits and finally closing. A jolt of erotic pleasure spread throughout my body.

Likewise, Jackie moaned and jerked his hips upward. He ejaculated into me frantically thrust into my body. He closed his eyes as his orgasm overwhelmed him.