The Bounty Hunters: The Marino Bros.: Box Set (17 page)

Their talk had been about the trial, her attorney, and the fact they felt it would be trying, but they were both confident of success with Mr. Stimson on the case. He had even called to tell them he had gotten a judge to sign orders to have the Tampa Bay Port Authority release video tapes to him. He would be watching them on Monday, which was the next day. He’d promised to call her and fill her in on what the tapes revealed.

When Ronnie emerged from her room, she caught Lou and Jay having a small dispute.

“Louisa, I want you to go to the doctor, baby.”

“I’m fine, Jay, really. It’s just stress.”

“Honey, you started losing weight before this thing with Ronnie. Now you are throwing up every day.” He reached up to put his hands on her shoulders. “Listen, just humor me. Get some blood work done. Something,” he pleaded.

“Fine. I’ll call Monday and make an appointment,” Lou gave in. She knew what was up, but wasn’t ready to tell Jay just yet. She needed to see her doctor anyhow to confirm the pregnancy, and get a referral to an obstetrician.

“Thank you,” Jay breathed a sigh of relief. “I know Ronnie’s got you worried, but you’re no good to her if you don’t take care of yourself.” After his mini tirade, he pulled her in for a hug, holding his much frailer wife gently in his massive arms. Ronnie ducked back into her room, as Jay’s head dipped down for a kiss. She wanted to give them some time alone and not intrude on this tender moment.

*     *     *

Back in her
room, Ronnie fiddled with her hair feeling even guiltier than usual. But she too was worried about her mom’s health. If Jay’s words were true, this illness began before her fall from grace. That scared her even more. What if something was seriously wrong? Her mom was tapped out. Please let it be something simple, she prayed. Her mom had just found this happiness, a place of her own, and Ronnie didn’t want to lose the only parent she ever knew.

When enough time had passed, Ronnie emerged from her room, with a cough to indicate her arrival. Lou was alone, however, setting the table for dinner.

“Where’s Jay?” Ronnie asked. “I thought I heard him.”

“Oh, he’s taking a quick shower, baby,” she murmured, setting the plates down tiredly. Ronnie noticed, and took action.

“Mom, why don’t I finish this,” she said, approaching her but not revealing her concern. “Why don’t you go get freshened up as well, lie down for a bit. I’ve got this,” she stated firmly, taking the remaining plates from her. “Nikko won’t be here for an hour, and we’ve been at it in the kitchen now for a while. You’ve cleaned the house from top to bottom today and you look tired.”

“You sure?” Lou looked around vaguely as if she were trying to think of what to do next.

“Yes, go Mom. I’ve got this.”

Her mom gave her a gentle smile and nodded. “Okay, I might take a nap.” Lou began the trek to her room. This pregnancy was tougher than the last one. The nausea lasted all day, then at night the heartburn was keeping her up, that and her fears. Yes, she thought, going to the doctor was definitely a good idea.

*     *     *

Soon after Lou
departed to her room, Ronnie finished setting the table. Everything was nearly ready. Missy was curled up on the floor by the sofa enjoying a nap, and Ronnie decided to step outside and get a bit of fresh air. She loved Maine, loved the seasons, loved the cold, the forest, but she was finding more and more to like about Florida too. Yes, it was hot in the summer, but near the water you didn’t feel it as much. You always had the breeze. The beaches were magnificent, and she even thought about looking for work here in the Everglades, or the Keys; and then, there were even some jobs she could apply for at the many botanical gardens, and parks the state had to offer.

But thinking about applying for jobs right now was out of the question. She kicked a large stone in the driveway into the Florida scrub. Sighing, she realized in just three days she would have been walking onto a stage to accept her diploma. It would have been her graduation. She would miss it. She had been looking forward to walking across the stage with her mom, grandparents, and uncle in the audience cheering her on. Well, no use moping around, she thought. She had a defense to work on. Her name to clear.

She heard Nikko’s car before she saw him. Turning, his car, sleek and shiny, pulled up into the driveway. Cutting off the engine, he quickly got out of the car, looking scrumptious to her eyes, in fitted Levis, and a simple grey V-neck shirt. Yummy. Her mood lifted immediately. He approached her, and she him. His cologne, Burberry, enveloped her, and so did his arms.

“Mmm, Ronnie,” he mumbled against her lips. “I’m starving,” he breathed before pressing a kiss to her lips.

“Good,” she murmured when he pulled back. “I cooked up a storm.”

“I meant for you,” he whispered, and bit her lip teasingly. His straight white teeth tugged on her bottom lip before releasing it.

“Didn’t get enough of me last night?” she laughed.

“No way, not nearly,” he chuckled and began walking her to the door. “Maybe I can convince you to come back to the hotel with me after dinner.”

“That might be a possibility,” she laughed in return, grabbing and squeezing his ass possessively as she walked beside him.

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inner had been
a success. Nikko proclaimed his enjoyment of the Italian feast she prepared. Her mom ate heartily to Jay’s delight, and the two men got along well, which pleased both of the women.

Knowing her mom needed to work tomorrow, the night ended early, and Ronnie made the excuse to accompany Nikko for a ride not wanting to sleep so early, and announced she would return in a few hours.

Jay made faces at her beyond her mother’s back, but she kept her face expressionless as she was getting used to his antics. The man was a beast, but a teddy bear at heart, who loved to tease everyone mercilessly, one target at a time. She was currently his. She liked that part of him.

With a spare key in her purse, she announced they shouldn’t wait up. Jay’s quick reply was, “We won’t.” Then, they were off.

The ride to the hotel was silent. The ride up in the elevator wasn’t. As soon as the doors slid closed, and they were alone, Nikko pulled her to him. She had been standing in front of him, and he ground his already painfully swollen cock into her sexy ass. “Fuck, Ronnie, you have a great ass,” he murmured as he dipped down to press a kiss along her neck from behind. “I’ve thought of all kinds of delicious things I could do to it.”

“My ass?” she laughed, enjoying the sensation of his cock at the apex of her rear. She pushed back into him increasing the pressure. It caused her muscles in her pussy to contract.

“Damn, that feels so good,” he murmured as a bell dinged indicating the fourth floor, and the doors slid open. He passed her quickly in the hall, key card out in a flash, and the door of his suite pushed open. She was right behind him passing under his arm. She hadn’t taken two steps when he swept her into his arms, and took five more steps and they were in the center of the living room. He set her down behind the sofa that faced the large screen television.

“Get undressed, Ronnie,” he commanded. He wasn’t wasting any time. Neither was she. She unbuttoned her blouse, and he already had his T-shirt off.

“In a hurry,” she teased, allowing the soft silky shirt to slide down her shoulders to the floor.

“Yes, I want to bury my cock in you, baby. Fuck you until you scream my name.” His pants were undone, and he was pushing out of them. Ronnie kicked her heels off, and he stood only in his boxers.

She wasn’t fast enough for him though. His arousal and desire for this woman was almost painful, and he was taken aback by it. He missed her today, and for him it had been unsettling to say the least. Ronnie still wore her skirt, and he wasn’t waiting any longer. Taking her by the shoulders, he turned her away from him, and at first she seemed to resist, but his hand slid between her legs from behind. He found her core, cupped her pussy, and pushed her legs apart. He slipped his hand around the front and tugged her panties down off her hips. She instinctively bent over the back of the sofa. He finished pulling them down her firm thighs, and she stepped out of them. His left hand stroked upwards until he cupped her again, holding her womanhood, feeling the heat. He could feel the muscles inside trembling. His right hand pushed her down more, so she was bent over and holding herself up with her arms on the seat cushions. He coaxed her to bend all the way over. He slid a finger inside her, and was delighted she was already wet for him.

Her moans encouraged him, and her breathing began to increase in tempo. He felt her relax, and then he hitched up her skirt higher, so he could see her lovely ass, his palm itched, and he had the urge to slap it, but instead caressed it. He didn’t think she would be ready for that yet. But someday, maybe. He let his hand slide up her back again, all the while finger fucking her with his left hand, in an and out, slowly.

“Oh, yes, Nikko, that feels good,” she murmured when he stroked her back and then stroked back down to her ass. Her ass began to squirm, and move, to undulate. He needed to be in her. Needed to feel her pussy squeezing his shaft. Releasing her ass with his right, he lowered his boxer briefs enough to let his cock spring free. He took the condom he removed from his pocket and quickly put it on. He grabbed himself, and ran his cock along the crack of her ass, and felt her tense nervously; yes, that would be later too he thought, and then trailed his cock down to her pussy. He put the tip inside but just the entrance, getting it wet. Then he rubbed it along her ass cheeks, and then back down again.

“Bend down, more, baby,” he encouraged, and she complied needing him to be inside her as much as he needed it. Her legs were beginning to shake in anticipation.

“Fuck me, Nikko,” she began to beg. “I need it.” Like she needed air.

He was willing to comply. Not knowing if she was ready or not, Nikko, placed the tip of his cock at her entrance, and charged. She took him, all of him. In one swift stroke he slammed his cock into her and quickly pulled out, and slammed in again, balls to the wall.

The noise that came out on those two thrusts from him was garbled, but his cock swelled from the heat and the tightness. She was snug, and he loved the feeling of her pussy around him, sucking at him on the withdrawal, and pulling at him on the re-entry. He couldn’t control his need, and just kept plunging and fucking, thrusting as she rocked back against him, joining in the frenzied rush to reach climax.

He knew he was going to come, and come fast, but he could also tell she wasn’t close yet. “Ronnie, I’m going to . . .,” he tried to warn her, but too late. Clenching her hips from behind with both hands now, he thrust into her, holding her tightly, probably leaving marks on her, claiming her, he spilled his seed as his balls clenched and tightened until his release was spent.

Not wanting to leave her without her release for long, he pulled out, and flipped her around. The look on her face was frantic, she hadn’t had her orgasm, but he would soon rectify it. Lifting her onto the edge of the sofa, he planted her there, and taking his hand, he inserted two fingers into her. He felt her pussy grip his fingers, and her eyes go wide, as his thumb made contact with her clit. He fucked her with his hands, applying constant pressure. Her breathing quickened, and she began to moan.

“Open your eyes, Ronnie. I want to see your face when I make you come,” he murmured as he began to stroke faster.

Her eyes flew open. He wanted to see her beautiful brown eyes dilate when he did this to her. When she came because he made her. His obsession with seeing her eyes was also something new to him. Perhaps because he hadn’t been her first, he didn’t know. But each and every time, she came, and he knew he would make her come a lot; he wanted her to know it was him bringing her to orgasm.

“Oh Nikko,” she began to shake. “That . . . feels . . . fuck!” Her scream tore at his soul. He kept flicking her clit, getting every last bit of tension to leave her body, until she collapsed from the intensity of it into his waiting arms.