“I’ve just about had it with your backtalk, Doll. Keep it up and I’ll give that sexy mouth of yours something better to do.”

“Your brothers all say you think with your little head. I’m starting to think they might be onto something, babe.”

“Oh, hell no.” Jumping out of the vehicle, he pulled her out as well, dragging her to the front door.

“What are you doing, Johnny? I thought you hated staying with your folks.”

“Bout time you saw my room. Get your pretty little ass in the house before I turn it over my knee.”

As he dragged her past his still kissing folks and up the steps she couldn’t help but quip, “You sir, are channeling your inner caveman again today.”

“There’s nothing quite like a shoot out to put a real man in the mood for sex, Darlin’.”

“We are not having sex.”

Shoving her into his room he began pulling off his jacket. “Fine, we’re making love.” Rolling his eyes, he commented dryly. “You chicks are all the same.” Tearing his shirt and undershirt both over his head, he slung them over his dresser, vaguely aware of all the high end hygiene products getting toppled over.

Sara already had her shirt and bra off. One soft hand trailed from her collarbone down between her breasts to the front of her jeans. Shaking her head she kicked off her boots. “We’re fucking, hard. You deserve to have it all your own way today.”

Tearing hastily at the front of his pants, Johnny licked his bottom lip as he felt himself growing even harder. “Even better.”

Stumbling across the room, he fell to this knees in front of her. Carefully, he unzipped her pants and pulled them down along with her pretty panties. One hand came out pressing her back against the wall.

“You’re already wet for me. I can smell you and it’s making me want you on my tongue.”

“You’ve got a dirty mouth, Johnny.”

“And you’ve got a pretty clean little pussy. What do you say we rub them together and see who makes who what?”

Looking down at him, she smiled slightly. Both of them knew he was hardly making sense at this point, but it didn’t matter. Lifting her slightly, he shoved his tongue right where he wanted it to be. Her feet kicked slightly as they dangled from the floor. His agent was light and easy to handle. He lifted her again, practically sitting her splayed across his face as he enjoyed what was now exclusively his.

Hearing her come apart on his tongue so quickly was thoroughly gratifying. Sucking her tiny bud into his mouth, he tongued her with a vengeance. When she was screaming his name, he finally let go.

Immediately pulling her under him, he plunged into her moist depths. Something about taking her on the floor made him feel animalistic and craven. Lifting her arms above her head, he fucked her right into the soft, thick carpeting. The dirty shit she whispered in his ear as he fucked her, told him that she was right there in the moment loving it as much as he was.

Looking down between them, he watched himself moving in and out of her tight body. Seeing his rod glistening with her arousal, brought out such a possessive streak, he literally didn’t know what to do with the feelings. Somehow, she knew what he was thinking because she was busy telling him everything a possessive fucker needed to hear.

Lifting up his head to look her in the eyes, he saw exactly what he needed to see reflected back at him. Love, adoration and submission. Something about his need for almost violent sex brought out her womanly side. When they were like this, there was no smart mouth, no negative body language and no disobedience. There was just him enjoying being a man and her begging him for more of what he loved to give.

Grabbing her hair, he gently tugged. “Perfect. That’s what you are.”

“I love every single thing about you, Johnny. Especially when you’re like this.”

“Like my dominant side?”

“I fucking love it, so don’t ever stop.”

Powering into her me murmured. “Wouldn’t know how to stop if I wanted to.”

“Thank God.” Her whisper turned into a strangled cry as she came apart under him again, making him smile.

Johnny stretched, feeling much like a contented lion who just fucked every lioness in the pride. Rolling over, he saw Sarah looking at the pictures on his wall. She scratched dirt from one of the glass frames.

“You’re lookin’ at a lot of family history there, Sweet Cheeks.”

She turned, smiling at him. “I guess knowing you are fifth generation mafia and seeing the pictures of it are two different things. Italian suits and tommy guns really drives home the point of how long you guys have been in the business.”

“Yea well, unfortunately gangsters have a prodigious death rate.”

Climbing back into bed with him, she laughed. “Only the ones without snipers to protect them.”

A smile twitched at the corners of his mouth. “Thanks for lettin’ me do my thing. I was really wound up after practically losing my pops. You took the edge off.”

Leaning over, she trailed her lips from his chest up to his ear. “Don’t ever thank me for having sex with you, babe. I love your body and your mind. You’re really talented in the sack. Making love to you is a privilege.”

Feeling himself getting hard again, he rolled over onto this back to make it clear he had a boner just in case she wanted another ride. “Bet you say nice shit like that to all the guys.”

Poking him in the side, she teased. “No talking about other guys when we’re together. Wasn’t that one of your rules?”

“I got a lotta rules, Doll. You make me break them every single one.”

“Like your no falling for bitches rule. Gino tells me that’s always been your number one rule.”

“Well, Gino’s got a big mouth.”

“So do I. Bet it would fit right over this.”

Johnny beamed at her when her hand closed over the top of his hard on. “Keep it up, Doll, and we ain’t gonna make it downstairs for dinner.”

“How about just one little blow job, then we get showered.”

“How about you climb on and we kill two birds with one stone and save the blow jobs for later?”

Johnny hissed his pleasure as she complied with his request. This chick was definitely going to be the death of him.

An hour later they were sitting at the dinner table. Johnny frowned at his three younger brothers. “Listen up you little fuckers…”

Sitting down a large tray of fresh rolls, his mother murmured. “Language, Johnny.”

Continuing to glare at the small ones, he finished his rebuke. “… she does not smell funny.”

Antoine stood up putting both knuckles on the table, just like he’d seen Johnny do a million times before. “I say she does smell funny. She smells like guy shower gel.”

Johnny tilted his head slightly. “You got a big mouth for a ten-year-old.”

Sarah interrupted their spat. “He’s right, Johnny. I did use your shower gel.”

Antoine continued staring him down. “You should take better care of your woman. Mom has lots of shit around here that smells like flowers. If you gave a shit about her, you would have gotten her some of it.”

Johnny leaned over, glaring. “Maybe, I don’t want to fuck a girl who smells like our mother, pipsqueak.”

The boy jerked back and slowly sat down. “You might be onto something there, Johnny. I didn’t think of that.”

Sarah looked back and forth between the two of them. “You shouldn’t be thinking of things like that at your age. Leave him alone, Johnny.”

Antoine spoke again as he shook a large cloth napkin out onto his lap. “It’s fine. Everyone knows my brother doesn’t have any manners. I think you can do a lot better, Miss Sarah. I’ll be old enough to date in no time. Bear that in mind.”

Johnny watched with no small amount of amusement as her eyes narrowed. “Are you sure you’re only ten?”

They younger boys just whispered back and forth together.

Pulling the newspaper from in front of his face, folding it and tossing it aside, Don Carlo spoke for the first time. “Antoine, leave your brother to his business. You need a nice catholic girl not a sniper.”

The boy was virtually belligerent. “Don’t fuckin’ tell me what I need, old man. Johnny’s right about one thing. You are outliving your usefulness.”

The older man turned to him but before he could get a word out, Mrs. Carlo sat between them. “I’m getting tired of telling you ingrates not to curse at the dinner table. It’s my one and only rule and it breaks my heart that you can’t manage to follow it.”

Antoine hung his head. “Sorry mom.”

Sarah spoke up. “I think you should create a swear jar. Everyone who swears has to put a dollar in the jar. At the end of the month, the money gets split between whoever doesn’t swear.”

Antoine complained almost immediately. “Now, wait just a goddamned minute.”

Johnny snuck a glance at his father who had a tiny smug smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Truth be told, the Don loved mouthy people in general. His old man was loving every minute of the drama.