ROMANCING THE MOB BOSS (3 page)

and super-relaxed. But she smiled at his

reference. “It’s Katrina,” she corrected him. “Or

Trina. I knew I should have never mentioned

Tree to you. I’m gonna start cal ing you

Dominic, which I’m sure you don’t prefer, either.”

Reno smiled as he leaned back further

too, a little closer to her, her large breasts

poking upward in a magnificent bunch, with her

remarkable cleavage almost touching his face.

He loved the view. “Talk to me,” he said. “You

from Mississippi?”

“Yup. Born and raised. My parents

were very strict, very religious, you know. They

wanted a good little nun-type daughter, but

instead got me.”

Reno laughed. “So you was a rebel?”

“They would say so. I just never fit into

their image. I went to church, I believe in God,

but my lifestyle just never jel ed with theirs.”

“You’re an only child?”

“One and only. Which didn’t help,

either.”

“Stil close to your parents?”

“Never was close to them. We talk

every blue moon, few times a year, but I just

pretty much do my own thing.”

“You only get one mother and one

father,” Reno said. “It ain’t good to keep your

parents out of your life.”

“You don’t know my parents.”

“They just probably wanted the best for

you, can you blame them? If I had a daughter

like you, I’d want to keep her under lock and key

too.”

Trina smiled. “But they just took it too

far, man. And I ain’t no innocent, either. I

overreacted, yes I did, and started doing the

exact opposite of what they wanted me to do.

But it is what it is now.”

Reno looked at her. He could see the street

in her, the bad girl big time, but he could also

see a goodness about her, a
her own woman

kind of independence, that made him even

more attracted to her. “So tel me this: what

makes a kid from Mississippi come al this way

to Vegas?”

Trina didn’t miss a beat. “A man, what

else?” she said.

Although Reno smiled and appreciated

her honesty, he suddenly didn’t like the picture.

He suddenly became concerned that this man

might stil be in the frame. “So you fol owed

home boy here?” he asked her.

“Yep. Wel , not here. Not to Vegas, but

to Reno.” Then she smiled. “Your name, Reno,

right? But that’s where we landed. Reno,

Nevada. He had a cousin who worked in a

casino there and they were supposed to hook

him up with a job.”

“What’s his name?”

“Jeffrey Graham. He was from Dale,

too.”

“Are you guys stil together?”

Trina shook her head. “Nope.”

“Why not?”

“Because he got on drugs, started

messing around with those show girls at the

casino. But what’s crazy was that I stil stayed

with his ass.”

“That wasn’t crazy. You were scared, a

long way from home. He was al you knew.”

Trina looked at Reno, at this obviously

successful businessman. What would he know

about that? “Yeah, wel , whatever the reason I

stayed with him. But when he decided he

wanted a punching bag, and I was as good a

target as any, I punched back and got the hel

out. And ended up here, in Vegas.”

What she didn’t mention was that, after

she left the boy from Dale, she remained in

Reno and eventual y hooked up with another

guy, Scotty Labaray, who ended up far worse

than her hometown boy could ever be. In the

middle of the night, while Scotty was asleep,

she fled.

“Heard from him since you left?” Reno

asked and his question spooked her, as if he’d

just heard her inner thoughts about Scotty.

She looked at him. “Who?” she asked.

“Who? Whadda ya’ mean who? Dale

boy, this Jeffrey Graham character, who else?”

“Oh. No. We don’t talk.”

Reno nodded his head, a smile

creasing his attractive face. “Good,” he said.

“Why is it good?”

“Why is it good?”

Reno looked at her, took his hand and

slanted her bang from off of her forehead. Her

perfectly

formed

forehead,

he

noticed.

“Because I like to know who my competition is,”

he said.

Trina stared at him, at how his natural

lashes were so long and thick, at how his eyes

were so blue, at how his aristocratic nose and

wide lips and strong, wider than average jaw-

line made for such a dazzling combination. And

she felt intoxicated, and not just because of the

wine. “What competition,” she asked him.

Reno moved closer stil . His manhood

beginning to throb. “Every red-blooded

American male who has ever walked the face of

this earth is my competition, because every one

of them would want you.”

Trina smiled. Talk about a smooth

operator, she thought, but Reno didn’t even

crack a smile. He had his lust on big-time, even

Trina could see that, and it was consuming him.

There was nothing funny about this. He wanted

her. He looked at her deep-toned velvety skin,

ran his finger along the smooth texture of it, at

her gorgeous, big hazel eyes that contrasted

beautiful y with her black skin, at her ful lips that

suddenly parted by reflex, as if they knew what

he was aiming to do.

And he did it. He kissed her. He hadn’t

planned to do this. He would flirt with her, set a

date with her, and then make his move. She

was cynical, and classy, and wouldn’t take

kindly to dudes too quick to want her in bed.

But he couldn’t help himself. He wanted her in

bed and he wanted her in bed here and now.

And, he thought, as his kissing became more

passionate, he wanted her in bed on the next

date, too.

He pul ed her into his arms as he kissed

her, and kept moving her closer, so much so

that he pul ed her half onto his lap in a kind of

cradling position. And his kissing intensified.

Trina had no plans whatsoever for it to

go this far. She was just beginning to like him.

Why he had to do a thing like this! Now she

wanted it too, and wouldn’t be able to resist his

pul . And she didn’t resist, as he began to kiss

her cleavage, as he began to loosen the buttons

on her blouse, then the front latch of her bra.

When he opened wide her blouse and bra and

her large breasts spil ed out like two juicy

melons, he lost al pretense of control.

He kept kissing and sucking until he was

laying her on the sofa, until he was unzipping his

pants, until his manhood was so massive that it

strained to break free. It broke free, so large

that it curved, so ready to enter her that he didn’t

even consider a condom. He wanted her raw.

He had to feel
her
.

Trina knew they were treading on

dangerous waters in every sense of the word.

And when she felt his manhood rubbing against

her, and saw it, saw how huge it was, how juicy,

she began to lose al control, too. He slung off

her panties as she kicked off her shoes, as he

dropped his pants and underwear down to his

ankles. And as badly as he wanted to enter her,

she wanted him in even worse. It had been too

damn long for her. Now it was tortuous.

He entered her. He slid that massive

rod into her with the deftness of a pro from way

back, and her head lobbed backwards, as she

took him in, as she felt the expanse of him

stretch her nearly to her breaking point. And he

started to pound.

Neither one of them wanted to take it

easy, to play it safe, to be like responsible

adults and ease their way to a climax. To hel

with ease. They wanted it hard.

Especial y Reno, who felt a shock of

electricity every time he pounded her. It felt so

good to him, so unbelievably incredible to him

that he actual y wondered if his heart could take

it.

And when the release came, it came

like an explosion, ripping deep down through

both of them, and Reno screamed out, the veins

in his neck exposed, the excitement in his heart

making him almost drunk with the possibilities.

He col apsed on top of her, as it al

poured out, his manhood stil deep within her.

And then he found the strength somehow to take

her into his arms and rol over until she was the

one on top of him.

As soon as he reversed it, as soon as

As soon as he reversed it, as soon as

he was bearing her weight, he col apsed again,

al manner of energy and vitality gone from every

inch of his very drained, but very gratified

athletic body.

For nearly an hour they lay there, her on top

of him, as he stroked her naked butt and lul ed

her into a peaceful, relaxing sleep. She didn’t

wake up again until she could feel him standing

up with her stil in his arms, stepping out of his

pants and boxers that hovered around his

ankles, and carried her into her bedroom.

When he turned down her covers, laid

her on the sheets, and then disappeared into

her adjacent bathroom, she was by then wide

awake. And widely disgusted with herself.

What had she just done, she kept asking

herself. Was she out of her mind? Had she

real y al owed a virtual stranger, a man she

didn’t real y know from jack, to not only have sex

with her, but to have unprotected sex with her?

Had she been that sex-starved? Had she been

that desperate to get that man’s penis up her

ass that she’d lost her good sense?

When he returned from the bathroom

carrying a wet cloth, his long penis dangling

against his hard, muscular thigh, she knew she

was insane, that she had no good sense

whatsoever, because she wanted him inside

her again.

Reno wanted in again, too, as soon as

he reentered the bedroom carrying a warm cloth

and saw her gorgeous brown body lying there,

naked but for her wide-open blouse. But when

he saw that bewildered look in her big, hazel

eyes, he knew he had to be cautious. Last thing

in this world he wanted to do was scare her

away, or spook her into thinking he could be

anything like the dude she had left Mississippi

with.

He sat on the edge of her bed and

smiled down at her. “Hel o, sleepy head,” he

said.

She looked away from him, with a frown

on her face. “What time is it?” she asked him.

“Around three a.m.,” he said. “Why, you

got a meeting to go to?”

Trina found herself smiling. His so

sweet voice could be a drug to her. She looked

at him. “No, no meeting,” she said.

at him. “No, no meeting,” she said.

By now, however, he was staring at her

body, at her nakedness, and al smiles were

gone. “You’re gorgeous, you know that?” he

said, his eyes slowly moving up her body until

he was looking into her eyes.

“I’m al right,” she said, although she

wasn’t above being pleased by his admiration.

“Al right?” he said. “Did you say al

right? That’s like saying Michelangelo’s
Sistine

Chapel
is al right. That’s like saying Sinatra

singing
Fly Me To the Moon
backed up by

Duke El ington’s band and Quincy Jones’

arrangement is al right. Yeah, I got your al

right.”

Trina laughed. “Okay, I get your point.”

“Al right,” he murmured again. “I got

your al right. Open your legs.”

Trina would have normal y hesitated,

asked why, something, but not with Reno. She

opened her legs.

When he began to gently wide her clean,

stroking her womanhood with the expertise of a

man who definitely knew his way around, she

felt so al over the place she didn’t know what

she real y felt. She wanted him sexual y, that

was already a fact. But she didn’t know if she

could deal with a man like him emotional y. He

was a funny guy, and she loved the way he could

so easily make her laugh, but he was a tough

guy, too, the kind of quick-tempered man who

would repeatedly slam down the head a kid

anybody could see was just being sil y and