“That’s so good, baby. Keep going.”
Mike ran his fingers through Tiffany’s silky hair as her head bobbed up and down in his lap in the alley behind the Stardust. In the back of his mind, he knew he shouldn’t have invited her to sit with him when he was supposed to be keeping watch, but when she called to see if he wanted to get together, and she was just around the corner from the damn Stardust where Mike had been sitting for the last two hours, he couldn’t resist. She’d bought his story of making extra money doing surveillance and she’d been excited to keep him company and try and guess who they were watching. So fucking cute. Every time he looked at her, he felt like he was living a dream.
Mike moved his seat back one more notch so she didn’t hit her head on the steering wheel. His mother had always said he was thoughtful, and he’d done his best to make sure she was comfortable when she lay on his lap and tugged open his fly. He’d put his jacket over her and angled her seat down to accommodate her long, lean legs.
Frankie wouldn’t understand, but guys like Mike didn’t usually catch the attention of girls like Tiffany. And even if he did get to hook up with them, they didn’t call him again. Or beg to spend time with him even though he was stuck in a back alley staring at a black metal door. Or give him a “little treat” in the car so he didn’t get bored. What universe was he living in that he’d found the perfect girl?
It wasn’t like Frankie needed him, anyway. There was nothing the enforcer couldn’t handle. Yesterday, he’d sent Mike and Paolo away from the warehouse where they’d tied up the dude from the trailer park, telling them he’d handle the interrogation himself.
Usually, Frankie would do the dirty work and the Toscani family soldiers or associates would clean up the mess and handle the disposal of the body, unless they were giving the dude a pair of concrete shoes, in which case Frankie would deal with the concrete work. Over the last few weeks, however, Mike—and Paolo because Mike had taken him under his wing—had been working almost exclusively for Frankie at the behest of Mr. Rizzoli who told them to treat Frankie with the same respect they would give any boss.
Mike didn’t mind. Frankie had been different in the last few weeks. He didn’t scowl as much. He talked occasionally, and not just to bark out orders, and the few times Mike had seen him with Grace, he could swear he’d seen the enforcer smile. It was almost like they were Frankie’s crew, although the De Lucchis didn’t have any crew outside of themselves. Frankie even paid them, and as a result, Mike’s bank account was in the black for the first time in years. To celebrate, he’d bought something special for Tiffany—a two-week anniversary present that he could hardly wait to give her when his shift was done.
Tiffany did a mind-blowing suck and swirl move that made his eyes close involuntarily and his body jerk back in the seat. Damn she was good. He was at once appreciative of her skill and jealous that she’d gained that experience with someone else. Maybe more than one someone else. Fuck. That was not a question he wanted to ask. He hadn’t asked her many questions about herself. He knew now that she was a nurse and she was half Italian. She lived in an apartment in Henderson with a female roommate and a Bichon Frise. She loved his muscles, the fact he owned a chain of gyms, and having lots of sex. He wanted to know more, but she always started kissing him when he asked questions and he’d finally given up, afraid to fuck up what was turning out to be the most incredible hook up of his life.
“You like that, Mikey?” She looked up, licked her lush lips, and he almost blew right there.
“You’re fucking amazing.” He gently pushed her head back down. “Don’t stop now.”
“Close your eyes,” she whispered. “I’ve got another surprise.”
Oh man. He didn’t think he could handle any more. He was right on the edge and holding back simply because he wanted it to go on forever.
Stroking her hair, he watched her get to work. This time she cupped and squeezed his balls with one hand and pumped him with the other, her mouth working in counterpoint until he was worried he was going to come so hard he’d choke her.
“Your eyes aren’t closed,” she said pulling away.
“I like to watch you.”
Her lips tipped at the corners. “Then promise you won’t take your eyes off me and I’ll take you deeper.”
Mike wasn’t saying no to that. “I promise.”
She opened her mouth and took him so fucking deep his fingers tightened in her hair.
“Jesus Christ. Where did you learn to do that?” He regretted the question as soon as it dropped from his lips because she pulled out and looked up at him, her big blue eyes hazy with lust. “The same place I learned to do this.” She took him in again and …
Holy Hell. He couldn’t even see his own dick. Or his balls. Christ her jaw must have come unhinged to fit him all in. Pleasure built up at the base of his spine and it was all too much. Her soft, thick hair. Her beautiful face. Her hands. Her mouth. Her throat. The thrill of her going down on him in the car where anyone could see them …
Fuck. He was supposed to be watching the door.
“Tiff…”
She sucked harder. Fuck it all. How could he stop her now when she had worked so hard to get him off? She wanted to give him this, and it would be wrong of him to refuse. No woman had ever treated Mike so good.
“Harder, baby.” He fisted her hair, holding her still as he pumped his cock into her mouth.
Fucking heaven.