Mob Boss 4: Romancing Trina Gabrini (13 page)

“Oh, baby,” Reno said, as his gyrations began
to increase.
 
He loved the texture of
her.
 
He loved the way she was always so
tight and knew how to squeeze him just right.
 
He made love to her, doggy style, for the longest time.
 
Sweat began to appear on his massive chest as
he pounded her.
 
The slapping
sounds of their lovemaking was
all that could be heard as
she squeezed around his cock and his cock kept thrashing into her.
 
Until her pussy was so saturated, and his
dick was so filled, that there was nowhere to go but out.
 

He spilled into her, and out of her, his cum
trickling down her thighs in an explosive outpouring.
  
They both felt the thrill and clenched into
it.
 
Until Reno forced out the last drop
of cum, and his body became as deflated as a rag doll.
 
He slumped against her.

“About that shower,” he said to her when he
realized he had been so filled up that he had overshot the target, rendering
her soaking wet inside and out.

“I know,” she said, feeling the saturation and
her own drain.
 
“Looks like I’ll be
joining you.
 
But no monkey business this
time, Reno,” she warned.

Reno smiled.
 
“Monkey business?” he said.
 
“You
mean like this?”
 

And incredibly, even to Reno, he managed to
find strength enough from somewhere to begin slowly moving his cock inside of
her again.
 
And it was coming to life
again.
 
And she was feeling the friction
of that life again.

“I married a maniac!” Trina blared, amazed at
his stamina.
 

Reno laughed, as he slowly but surely began to
find that oh so sweet spot of hers all over again.

“Everything’s okay?” Shanell asked her son on
her cell phone as she drove her car onto the driveway of her small blue house,
and sat there.
 

“Everything’s great,” Jimmy replied.
 
“It’s so beautiful here.”

“What’s she like?”

“Dad’s fiancée?”

“Yeah.”

“She’s nice.
 
She’s not as pretty as you by a long shot, but she’s cute.”

Shanell smiled.
 
Miss America wouldn’t be as pretty as her,
let Jimmy tell it.
 
“And she’s treating
you right?”

“Oh, yeah, Ma.
 
She’s
real nice.”

Well, at least that, Shanell thought.

“I gotta go,” Jimmy said, as Shanell could
hear Fred in the background calling his name.
 
“We’re getting ready to meet her parents at a square dance.”

Shanell smiled.
 
“A square dance?
 
Whatever, Jimmy Mack.”

“I’ll call you later.”

“Okay, son, but be careful.”

“I will.”

“And I love. . .” she started, but he had
already hung up.

She sat in the car longer and leaned her head
back.
 
Tears began to appear in her
eyes.
 
She couldn’t tell him.
 
She made up her mind right then and
there.
 
The lie had to stand.
 
Because if Jimmy were to
find out the truth, at this late date, he would hate her.
 
He would despise her.
 
She knew Jimmy.
 
He was a good kid, but he was a hard kid,
too.
 
He wouldn’t be able to handle
deception.
 
He wouldn’t understand why
she did it.
 
He wouldn’t understand about
her trauma all those years ago, and how Fred offered her a lifeline.
 
All he would understand was the lie.
 
The deceit.
 
The
secret
.
 

And Reno, given how his father was seventeen years
ago, could very well have turned out to be just like his father now.
 
He could be the kind of man who would make
sure that the lie, and the deceit, and the secret, was all Jimmy understood.

That was why Jimmy Mack could never know.
 

The lie had to stand.
 

It had to.
 

She couldn’t risk the lost.

CHAPTER SIX

Although they were sexually fulfilled, and
freshly showered, and delighted by how easily they were able to connect on every
level, they were still the last to arrive at Sullivan Chambliss’s dinner
party.
 
But nobody, to their relief,
seemed to hold it against them.
 

As soon as they entered the opulent home, Reno
was commandeered by Sully and his band of successful businessmen around town,
from Fred Ames the banker and Mortimer Scrump the jeweler, to Jake Waverly, the
police chief.
 

Trina, on the other hand, was commandeered by
Blossom.
 

Blossom did the honors of introducing her to
various women in the room as if she and Blossom were friends from way
back.
 
Trina found it odd that Sully’s
wife wasn’t taking over this responsibility, until she realized that there was
no wife.
 
Sully was a bachelor.

“The most eligible one in town,” Blossom said
to Trina and the other wives who stood with them, when the subject came up.

“Is he still fooling with Raylene?” Tammy
Ames, the banker’s wife, asked.

“Hell no,” Blossom said.
 
“He disposed of Raylene months ago, after she
started hinting about marriage.”

Tammy laughed.
 
She was another blonde like Blossom.
 
But unlike Blossom, Tammy’s hair color was all natural.
 
“I have never met a more marriage-phobic man
in all my life,” Tammy said.
 
“And at his age.”

“Neither have I,” Blossom said.
 
“I don’t know what he’s afraid of.
 
We all know how wonderful marriage can
be.”
 
Blossom and Tammy exchanged a
glance.

Trina, ambivalent to that glance, nodded her
agreement.
 
“That’s true,” she said.
 
And for her it was.
 
When she married Reno, despite all of their
trials and tribulations, it was the best thing that ever happened to her.
 
Blossom and Tammy, however, loved their
husbands, too. But they privately loved other men as well.
 
Especially Blossom, who even cheating Tammy
found was too immoral for her.
 

“I do my little dirt,” Tammy admitted to one
of her friends.
 
“But unlike Blossom, at
least I don’t wallow in it.”

When that same friend told Blossom what Tammy
had said, Blossom, being Blossom, grinned.
 
“It’s like the pot calling the kettle black, ain’t it?” she asked.
 
“She sleeps around, but because I sleep
around a little bit more I’m worse than her?
 
Hell no.
 
We’re both bad!
 
We’re both wrong!
 
At least I don’t go around pretending my
shit don’t
stank.”

In fact, both Blossom and Tammy had tried, but
failed, to sufficiently entice Sully, who all of the eligible (and not so
eligible) ladies in town viewed as the prize of them all.

And that was all they talked about that
evening.
 
Men, and men,
and more about men.
 
But as the
conversation began to diverge, and the subject began to shift to vegetation,
Trina knew it was time to move on.
 
Especially when they were railing on about Black-eyed Susan and Trina
unwittingly asked how it was that this Susan would allow somebody to give her a
black eye.
 
The conversation stopped, and
every wife looked at her.

“No,” Blossom said.
 
“It’s a plant, Trina.
 
It’s not a person.
 
It’s a flowering plant.
 
A black-eyed susan is a plant.”

“Oh,” was all Trina, sufficiently embarrassed,
could say.
 
And then, as the conversation
reinvigorated, she gladly made her getaway.

Every small group in the house seemed to want
to draw her into their little conversations, but she preferred to roam
alone.
  
She wasn’t ready to join any
cliques just yet.
 
She still wanted to
find her own way.

What she quickly realized, however, was that
she was the only person of color attending the entire dinner party.
 
But she was also relieved to know that nobody
seemed to notice.
 
The south still had
its issues, but there were parts that was trying to live and let live, and move
on from their checkered past.

And Trina kept on moving, around the
home.
 
She did lose sight of Reno,
however.
 
But that was only
temporary.
 
She looked into the Billiards
room and found him there, along with the other fat cats in town.
 
And, as usual, Reno was already the life of
the party.

“You think you got bigger balls than me?” he
was asking Fred Ames as he chalked his pool stick.

“You heard me,” Fred said jokingly as the
other men smoked their cigars and watched the two titans laugh it up and battle
it out. “I got superior balls than you.”
 
The guys laughed.

“Put your money where your mouth is, sucker,”
Reno said.
 
“Because
I’m about to school your ass.”

Reno, his suit coat off, bent over the pool
table ready to teach his lesson.
 
Trina
smiled, shook her head, and headed out of the back door.

It was a beautiful home on the outskirts of
town, with a small pond in the middle of the backyard and a Gazebo near the
back fence.
 
Trina walked over and sat
down.
 

There were two other couples out back, as they
sat on the patio and talked about some upcoming Georgia peach festival from
what Trina could decipher.
 
But it wasn’t
as if she was paying attention to their loud talking.
 
She wasn’t.
 
She was too busy sitting back and enjoying the view.
 

If Reno’s plan was for them to immerse
themselves into a slower pace life, he picked the right town to do it, she
thought.
 
Every conversation seemed so
self-contained, as if the world evolved around them and they had no use for
more information.
 
It was never
national.
 
It never about what happened
in Boston or Detroit or New York City.
 
It was all about what happened in Crane.
 
Period.
 
Which was probably a good thing in the short run for her and Reno.
 
But she wondered about the long run.
 
Would a place like this be too confining for
people like them?

“A penny for your thoughts,” a voice said and
Trina looked up.
 
To her surprise, Sully
was standing in front of her.

She smiled.
 
“I didn’t even see you come up,” she admitted.

“I know you didn’t,” Sully said with a smile
of his own. “You were off in another world somewhere.”

“Not really,” Trina said.
 
“Just thinking.”

Sully sat down beside her.
 
She would have thought the gentlemanly thing
to do would be to ask first, but oh well.
 
They weren’t in Kansas anymore.

“What were you thinking about?” he asked
her.
 
“Just how did that husband of yours
talk you into moving to a hick town like this?”

Trina laughed.
 
“No, Mister Smart Mouth.
 
I was
just thinking about how different it was going to be.
 
From Vegas, I mean.”
 
She said this as she stretched her body.
 
Sully looked down, at her ample breasts, as
she stretched.

“Were you born and bred in Vegas, is that the
problem?”

“Fat chance.
I was born and bred in Mississippi.”