Piper
“We shouldn’t have done that.”
He sits down beside me outside on the terrace and lights up a cigarette, dragging deep before he offers it to me. “Can’t really take it back now, can we?”
I take a drag on his cigarette and give it back to him. “Vanni can’t ever know what we did.”
He laughs, dropping his gaze as he flicks ash onto the bright white tiles. “Like I’m gonna go shooting my mouth off.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“I know.” He raises his head and his eyes meet mine, and once again I can see something there that belies the man I think he’s trying to be; the man he’s become, for whatever reason. “He won’t find out.”
I can only hope he’s right. “What do we do now?”
He shrugs, flicking more ash onto the tiles. “Nothing. We don’t do anything.”
“You got what you wanted, huh?” And now I suddenly feel used, but I wanted that just as much as he did. I wanted to fuck a man that wasn’t Vanni; wasn’t as controlling, as Vanni, even though I’m quite happy to play his twisted games, be that woman he wants me to be. And suddenly the guilt just swamps me, I feel sick. What have I done?
Logan looks at me, the corner of his mouth edging up into the smallest of smirks. “Yeah. I got what I wanted.”
“Jesus…”
I pull myself to my feet and head back inside, and he follows me, of course he does.
“What were you expecting, Piper? I mean, what exactly can I give you, huh? You’re married to Vanni for Christ’s sake, I can’t give you shit.”
I swing around to look at him. “I don’t know what I want. And I don’t know why I let that happen, I just know that I’m scared of being alone, scared of Vanni finding out what we did; scared of what’s going to happen if my father’s men catch up with me… I’m scared. And that’s making me do crazy things…”
He comes over to me, takes hold of my hands to stop me from wringing them, I hadn’t even realized I’d been doing that, but I had. And he holds onto them, his eyes burning into mine.
“We all do crazy shit, Piper. We all do that, believe me, you want an expert in crazy shit, you’re looking at one.”
I take a deep breath and wrench my hands free of his grip, sitting down on the edge of the couch.
“I don’t do relationships, Piper.”
“Who said I was looking for a relationship?”
“Well, nobody. ‘Cause you already got one, sweetheart. You got Vanni.”
Almost as if he was waiting for his cue we hear the door out in the hall slam shut and Vanni strides into the room, and my heart, Jesus! I think it just skipped a thousand beats, and I’m grateful Logan was across the other side of the room. Grateful that I took a shower, to rid my skin of any traces of a man I should never have let touch me. A man I want to touch me again, and again. But he can’t, touch me again. He can’t.
“Hey, baby girl.”
I throw Vanni a smile and he leans over to kiss me. “Hey.”
“You OK? Logan here been looking after you?”
He turns to face Logan, who’s now leaning back against the wall, his hands in his pockets, his face a mask of stoicism.
“I’m fine.”
“Good. That’s good.”
He walks over to Logan and I feel my heart start to pound away behind my ribs, my throat tightening as a wave of fear washes over me, but I need to get that in check. I need to lose that fear because I know Vanni can sniff that kind of shit out in a heartbeat.
“You can go back to the compound now, brother.”
Logan pulls himself away from the wall and heads for the door. “You need me back here tonight?”
“Yeah, I need you back here. We’re gonna kick some Devil Hound ass in a while and that’s not happening without me. I just wanted to come home first. Freshen up, so to speak.” Vanni looks at me again, a slow smile spreading across his face. “I want to spend a little time with my girl, before I go back out there.”
“OK, so, when do you need me back here, then?”
I quickly glance over at Logan, but he’s avoiding my gaze.
“An hour. Now get outta here, leave me and my girl in peace.”
I turn away and focus on the view outside, waiting until I know Logan’s gone before I look at Vanni.
“You sure you’re OK, baby?”
“I said I’m fine, Vanni.”
“You seem a little tense, is all.”
“I’ve got my father and his mafia henchmen hunting me down, I’m almost a prisoner in whichever home of yours I happen to be staying in, I can’t go outside because… Yeah. I’m a little tense.”
He shakes his head slowly, a slight smirk twisting his mouth up at the corner. “In that case, maybe I need to help you relax a little, huh?”
I push both hands through my hair and sit back against the couch pillows, closing my eyes for a second or two. “Maybe.”
He crouches down in front of me and reaches up under my dress, tugging at my panties, sliding them down over my legs.
“Close your eyes, come on.”
I do as he says, and I breathe in deep as he lifts up my legs and pulls them apart; cry out quietly as his tongue touches me, as he pushes me back even further, licking me from asshole to clit and I cling onto the couch pillows and feel all the tension slowly flood out of me. I instinctively widen my legs a little more as his tongue circles my clit, crying out even louder as he pushes it inside me, and I’m so wet, and so ready to come, I can already feel my thighs burning up, my whole body readying itself for the crashing climax it’s about to experience. And when it comes – when I come he pulls his tongue out of me and replaces it with his fist, thrusting it deep, and I’m coming so fast now I can barely catch my breath. All I’m aware of is my voice screaming Vanni’s name, because I know he likes to hear that. I’m screaming his name and feeling him touch me deep inside my body, and I want him there, I do. I want him there. I just want Logan there more. Now. Because I didn’t, before. I didn’t…
“Feeling better?”
My eyes spring open as Vanni sits up beside me, and I smile, because he needs to think I’m fine. He doesn’t need to know there’s all kinds of weird shit going on in my head.
“Yeah. Much better.”
“Do I get a thank you?”
I sit up and straddle him; kiss him deep and dirty as his cock pushes into me. And I close my eyes and wish with all my messed-up heart that he was Logan…
Logan
Under no circumstances should I have touched her. I shouldn’t have even thought about it, I mean, I’d told myself, time and time again, that just thinking about her was suicide. Kissing her was like putting a gun to my head, but sleeping with her – I might as well just pull the fucking trigger.
“Well, if it ain’t The Bodyguard.”
“Shut the fuck up, Bullet.” I sit down at one of tables outside the clubhouse and pull a cigarette from my cut pocket, lighting it up and drawing deep.
“Jesus, Logan, what’s with the face? There’s a line of brothers here who’d rather be babysitting Vanni’s old lady than facing off against a new bunch of assholes trying to take us down. I know which job I’d rather have.”
I shoot him a look. “I’d rather be here.”
Bullet sits down opposite me. “Seriously?”
“I didn’t become a part of this club to be a minder to Vanni’s wife.”
“Yeah, but, she’s in trouble, right?”
I throw Bullet another look, narrowing my eyes slightly. “Vanni told you?”
“He told me she’s in some kinda trouble. He didn’t go into details.”
“Shit!”
I drop my head and drag both hands backwards and forwards through my hair. He really wants this to happen, he wants us to go up against Frankie Cabbetto and the full might of his army, and yet, I understand exactly why he needs to do that.
“Do you know something, Logan?”
I look back up at Bullet, his expression’s slightly wary now. With good reason. “I know as much as you.”
“OK… You seem pretty agitated. You all right?”
“I’m fine.”
“You sure?”
I don’t answer him, I get up and start pacing the floor, dragging deep on my cigarette, man, I’ve fucked up so bad this time. And yet, I don’t regret a fucking thing, I don’t. I can’t. She’s got under my skin, this woman I shouldn’t be going anywhere near, and all of a sudden I want to protect her, too. I want to save her, from her family. From Vanni. And I said I was never going there again, I promised myself, I was never going there again. But it’s too late now. I’m already there, it’s too fucking late.
“What’s going on, Logan?”
“Nothing. I’m just pissed, y’know? That I don’t get to do what I became a part of this club to do. Fight for what’s ours.”
But I don’t just want to fight for what’s ours. I want to fight for something that isn’t mine, something I have no right to take, but I want it. I want her. And I know I should be putting my loyalty to this club – my loyalty to Vanni – before any of this shit, loyalty means everything in this world… I fucked her, once. That’s all. I fucked her, once. Is that really worth betraying Vanni, and this club, for? After everything they’ve done for me? Haven’t I already betrayed him? Betrayed them? Shit! What the fuck is wrong with me?
“We’re gonna take those assholes down tonight, brother. Now we got Vanni and his men, along with Jonjo’s brothers and a few other favors Vanni’s called in, we’re gonna finish this job, tonight. I’ve even called off Herb’s men, told ‘em we don’t need ‘em no more, we’re good.”
“We’re good?”
“Vanni’s got it all under control, Logan.”
Vanni wants us to go to war with the mafia, just wait ‘til Bullet hears that one. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m sure he has.”
Am I scared? Of the kind of unpredictable battle Vanni wants to get involved in? No. Nothing scares me, not anymore. And that’s a lie. What happened with Piper, that scares me. What I might be feeling for her, that scares me even more, which is why I need to see her again, alone, to try and get this shit under control. To try and make sense of it all. But am I scared of fighting her daddy? No.
“I gotta get back.”
“You only just got here… Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with you lately?”
I turn around, and yeah, Bullet’s just confused now, he has every right to be. I’m not sure what the hell’s going on here, either. Not anymore.
“There’s nothing wrong with me, Bullet. I told you, I’m fine. Everything’s fine.”
And I’m one hell of a great liar…
Vanni
“You OK? With Logan being here?”
I keep a close eye on her as she turns to look at me, her beautiful face all flushed from the sex we’ve just had.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I dunno, baby girl. I just want you to feel safe here, is all. And if he isn’t making you…”
“I feel safe. He’s a good man.”
I laugh, and her expression changes to one of confusion. “None of us are good men, darlin’. Thought you’d have realized that by now.”
I go over to her, cupping her cheek and kissing her hard. I’m still not done with her yet, I want some more of her hot, wet sex before I go kick some serious ass, maybe take a life or two, that all depends on how co-operative those Devil Hounds are feeling tonight.
“You’re a good man, Vanni. To me, you’re a good man, underneath all that shit you project to everyone else.”
I laugh again, because she sometimes likes to see our world through rose-tinted glasses, but I know she only chooses to do that when she’s scared.
“You saved me, didn’t you? That makes you a good man.”
“I haven’t saved you yet, baby girl. But I’m gonna. And that’s a promise.”
She smiles, I like it when she smiles. She’s already beautiful to me but when she smiles it only emphasizes how beautiful she really is. And she don’t deserve to die. But others do.
She keeps her eyes on me as she backs up against the countertop, pulling her dress off over her head, and she’s naked in front of me, again. Naked and wet and I am gonna take her one more time, use her body as some kinda fuel to get me through tonight.
“Turn around,” I instruct, and she does as she’s told, clutching the edge of the countertop, pushing her beautiful, tight ass back at me until I can hold on no longer.
I grab her hips and she widens her stance as I press my thumb against her asshole, opening her up, her tiny groans of pain and pleasure turning me the hell on, she makes me so fucking crazy!
Slipping my fingers inside her ass I close my eyes as her muscles contract around them, sucking them in deeper, and she’s warm and tight and my cock is in real pain here, desperate to feel what I’m feeling right now. So I pull my fingers out, keeping her open as I sink into her, man, she gets off on this shit as much as I do. And as I’m fucking her ass she’s touching herself, but I reach around and pull her hand away, shoving my fingers inside her pussy, I got her all ways now and I am fucking flying! And all it takes is a couple more thrusts and I’m coming like there ain’t no tomorrow, and she’s crying out and bucking back against me, every muscle she got gripping my cock and my fingers so tight, it’s freakin’ incredible!
But I’m not done, and neither is she, she hasn’t come and I want her to. I want to taste her, want her to come all over me so I pull out, quickly swing her around and drop to my haunches, diving into her soaking wet pussy as she cries out again, a beautiful sound I never tire of hearing.
She buries her fingers in my hair as I lick her, pulling her apart so I can taste her, all of her, inside and out, her knees almost buckling beneath her as I ram my tongue inside her. And that’s what tips her over the edge, what finally gets her there, and I keep my tongue inside her, let her juices slide down my throat and, man, she tastes like nothing I’ve ever tasted before. I can’t get enough of this shit, she’s ruining me.
Grabbing her ass I slowly pull out of her, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, the sound of her breathing all heavy and ragged the only thing I can hear right now, and I close my eyes, just for a second. And then I feel her cup my jaw, pull me up until I’m facing her, and she smiles. And we’re good, we’re fucking amazing.
Frankie Cabbetto wants her dead, huh?
Game fucking on, asshole.