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Screw’s
partner looked at Gemma Gabrini again.
 

And
shut up.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
CHAPTER ONE
 

Three Months Earlier

 

Sal
Gabrini entered his hotel room without the usual perusal to see if it met his
standards.
 
Gemma had picked it out.
 
He knew it would.
 
He, instead, made his way to the bedroom,
removed his keys, change and phone from his pockets, and tossed them onto the
nightstand.
 
And began undressing.
 
His goal: a quick shower before Gemma arrived
in town and they had to face her parents again.
 

He
hadn’t seen them since their daughter’s funeral four months ago, and he wasn’t
looking forward to seeing them now.
 
Not
after the pain he saw on Rodney and Cassie’s faces as their daughter’s casket
was lowered into the ground.
 
They didn’t
at the time, but he knew, overtime, that they would somehow blame him.
  
But this morning they had summoned their
daughter to Indiana, and insisted that she bring Sal along, so he came.
 
He left a crucial board meeting in Seattle to
make his way here.
 

As he
stepped into the shower and allowed the hot water to careen all over his tired,
muscular frame, the door to his hotel room opened, and Gemma walked
inside.
 
She had expected to beat Sal in
town since she was in Vegas, and was therefore closer, but according to the
front desk clerk, he was already here.
 
Somehow she didn’t believe them.
 
But when she entered the hotel room and heard the running water, she
believed.
 
And was glad to know it.

She
perused the hotel room as she entered, and was very pleased by what she
saw.
  
Then she made her way to the
bedroom, saw Sal’s expensive clothes all over the place, and smiled.
 
Yep, Sal had arrived.
 
But instead of picking up after him as was
usually her way, she undressed also.
 
She
kept her stilettos on because she knew what he liked, and then made her way to
the shower stall.

Sal’s
hands were splayed against the shower wall, and he was still relaxing to the
feel of the water on his aching muscles.
 
Then he felt a presence.
 
He was
trained that way.
 
Only it didn’t feel
like a menacing presence, but a calming one.

“Gemma,
is that you?” he asked, since she was the only person who could calm him.
   

The
shower door was opened and Gemma stood there, naked except for her stilettos,
smiling.
 
Sal smiled too when he saw her
lovely face, and looked down at her lovely body.
 
His sleeping dick immediately woke up.

“Expecting
somebody else?” she asked him playfully as she made her way into the shower
with him.

“I had
a few females coming over,” he responded as he pulled her into his arms.
 
“Now you’ve ruined everything!”

Gemma
laughed.
 
But her laughter was gone when
she got a good look at his handsome face.
 
“Sal,” she said, concern on her face now, “why are you looking so
stressed?
 
Because you had to leave that
board meeting?”

“Hell
no.”

“Then
why are you stressed?”

“Why
do you think, Gemma?
 
I’m about to face
your parents again.
 
After all I put them
through, I’m not looking forward to this shit.”

“You
weren’t responsible for what happened to Chelsey.
 
You hear me, Sal?
 
It was an awful thing.
 
A terrible thing.
 
But she tried to kill your brother, and Reno
did what he had to do.
 
You hear me,
Sal?”

“I
hear you.
 
But that was still their
daughter, and Reno is still my cousin.”

“And
I’m still their daughter and Chelsey was my sister, a sister I loved
dearly.
 
But I can’t blame you for what
Reno did.
 
I can’t even blame Reno.”
 
It was still painful, but Gemma was not going
to pretend that the facts were not the facts and Chelsey had not attempted to
kill Tommy Gabrini.
 
“It’s not your
fault, Sal,” she said to him.
 
“Do you
hear me?”

“I
hear you.
 
But will your parents hear
you?”

Gemma
couldn’t lie to him.
 
She rubbed the side
of his face.
 
“No,” she said.
 
“But, in time, they will.”

But
she could tell he still wasn’t convinced.
 
“Yeah sure,” he said.
 
He pulled
her closer, and felt his dick wedge against her.
 
“But I’ll cross that bridge when I get to
it.
 
Because right now,” he said, “I want
to cross all over you.”
 

He
kissed her, passionately, and she returned his passion.
 
It had been a long year.
 
They had been through so much.
 
But they knew, if they didn’t work at keeping
their marriage together, it would fall apart.
 
They did the work.

Part
of the work was knowing what each other needed.
 
As they continued to kiss, Gemma knew Sal needed a serious stress
reliever before they went to her parents’ home.
 
And she decided to give him one.
 
She took over.

They
stopped kissing and she pushed him until his back was against the back of the
shower.
 
Then she took one of her
stilettos and lifted it against the tile to the side of him.
 
She spread her other leg.
 
The kind of stress reliever men from her past
would have wanted was for her to give them head, and she would have love to do
the same for Sal.
 
But she knew Sal.
 
His idea of relieving stress wasn’t for her
to feast on him, but for him to feast on her.
 
And he did.

He
knelt down and, with her legs open and her vagina ready, he feasted.
 
He licked and sucked and ate her pussy with
that achingly slow, masterful way of his.
 
His tongue licked her with long licks.
 
His mouth sucked her with slow sucks.
 
And when he ate her, he flicked and sucked her clit at first, and then
went in deep.
 
She let out sighs of
arousal as he ate her.
 
It was turning
him on and relieving his stress big time: his hard eating proved that.
 
But he was relieving her too.

Sal’s
dick was so hard, in fact, that he knew it would start hurting soon if he
didn’t put it inside of Gemma.
 
But the
way she made him feel, the way she smelled and tasted kept him eating pussy
instead of fucking it.
 
He couldn’t tear
himself away from her, even as his erection was begging him to.

But
Gemma relieved his ache.
 
She tore away
from him, removing her shoe from the wall and kneeling down.
 
They were playing with fire and they both
knew it, because his dick was inflamed.
 
And when she put it in her mouth, and began to take him to heights only she
could take him to, he felt as if his body was levitating.
 
He was beyond high.
 
And he started mouth fucking her.
 
He was sliding it along her tongue, all the
way to her throat, and she was letting him.

“Give
it to me, baby,” Sal was saying as she gave it to him and gave it to him.
 
But when she took him in full, and went all
the way down on him, she gave him too much.
 
He couldn’t help it.
 
He did
something he never did to his wife before: he came in her mouth.

He
pulled it out as soon as he could manage the strength to react.
 
Then he stood her up, slung her back against
the wall, lifted her legs onto his shoulders, and entered her to complete his
cum.
 
And as soon as his dick touched her
pussy, he poured out with a ferocity that caused her to cum.
 
He pushed deep inside of her with a force
that rammed right up to her g-spot.
 
He
hit his target with a powerful blow.
 
She
couldn’t stop shuddering from the impact.

And
his dick remained at that spot, pulsating as if it were a heartbeat, and she
held onto Sal as the sensations rolled.
 
Her orgasm was long and hard and needful even more than she realized.
Because it was a fact: she wasn’t looking forward to this meeting either.
 
She loved her folks, and she loved her
departed sister dearly, but she sensed, just as that stressful look on Sal’s face
had sensed, this was going to be a tough get together.
 

That
was why they came so hard.
 
That was why
she let her all out to Sal, and Sal put his all into her, and they came with a
hardcore cum.
  
Because they both were
hoping against hope that their intuition was wrong and that Rodney and Cassie
Jones would understand that what happened to their daughter was awful and
tragic and unspeakably horrific, but it was not Sal’s fault.

 

Unfortunately
for them, their intuition was right.
 

They
realized it as soon as they got out of the rental car, made their way up to the
front door, and entered Gemma parents’ home for the first time, together, since
Chelsey’s funeral.
 

The
parents were there, right in the living room waiting for them, but so was a
woman they didn’t recognize.
 
But they
could cut the tension with a knife.

They
both had showered and changed into casual wear: Sal wore chinos and a white
polo shirt, and Gemma wore cuffed shorts and a tucked-in blouse.
 
Sal kept his hand in the small of Gemma’s
back as they entered the home.
 
He wished
to God she did not have to face this with him.
 
He had tried to go around Gemma and meet with them.
 
He went behind her back more than a few times
and reached out to his in-laws, asking if he could meet with them alone, so
that they could take all of their agony out on him without Gemma having to deal
with any of it.
 
But they turned him down
cold.
 
They didn’t want to have anything
more to do with him.
 
At least that was
how he read their turndown.
 
Now they
wanted to meet with him, but with their daughter present, as if to remind her
of the scumbag she married.
 
Since Sal
already knew he was scum to salt-of-the-earth people like them, and Gem knew
too, he didn’t see the point.

Gemma
broke away from the safety of Sal’s embrace and went to her parents, hugging
and kissing them both, and her parents welcomed her with open arms.
 
Since Sal wasn’t the touchy-feely type, and
he wasn’t an ass-kisser either regardless of the circumstances, he kept his
distance and simply nodded his hello.
 
Cassie, at least, nodded back.

“Sit
down, sweetheart,” Rodney said as he steered his daughter toward the sofa
between himself and his wife.
 

Gemma
ordinarily would not go for it.
 
It felt
like divide and conquer to her.
 
But she knew
how much her parents were still hurting, because she knew how much she was
still hurting.
 
She sat down between
them.
 
Besides, she knew Sal could take
care of himself.
 
And he did.
 
He nodded at the other woman in the room, who
sat on one of the two chairs on either end of the sofa, and sat in the second
chair.

After
small talk between parents and daughter, Gemma looked at the other woman. “Hi,”
she said.
 
“I don’t think we’ve met.”

“Oh,
right,” Cassie said to her daughter.
 
Like Gemma, she was a slender woman, but unlike Gemma, she was very
short.
 
“This is
Jonnell
Keith, dear.
 
She’s a friend of
Chelsey’s.
 
She reached out to us at the
funeral, as many of Chelsey’s friends did.
 
They’ve been so kind to us.
 
Chelsey was much loved.”

“Nice
to meet you,” Gemma said.

“I’ve
heard a lot about you,”
Jonnell
said.
 
“Chelsey was very proud of you.”

That
was always nice to hear, but it was sad too.
 
“I was very proud of her,” Gemma responded.
 
“We had our difficulties,” she added, “but I
was proud of her.”

“Of course.”

“You
were a close friend of hers, or?”

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