Page 71 of The DeLuca Crime Family: Vol. 1

He shrugged. “It’s your funeral.”

Our appetizers arrived, by way of a tall, pretty, female server, and I couldn’t help the smirk when I noticed Carly’s reaction to the girl’s blatant stares at Nic and myself. I leaned over and my lips brushed her ear, tsking. “Double standards...”

She threw me a dirty look even as a shiver rolled through her. I licked the shell lightly, then sat back and started on my meal. After a moment, Carly excused herself to go to the ladies’ room and Anna decided to go with her. My eyes were glued toCarly’s perfect ass as it swayed all the way to the door. I barely restrained the impulse to check and see if I had drool on my chin.

“I met with the O’Reilly’s contact and made them a new distribution deal,” Nic said, drawing my attention.

“How did it go?” We hadn’t anticipated much pushback on taking over the complete weapons trade in this territory, but surprises could always creep up.

“As expected. He doesn’t care where the money comes from, as long as it spends.”

My eyes darted to the bathroom door, checking to see if the girls were headed back before I ask my next question. “Any word on that motherfucker, Sean?”

Nic’s face clouded, and his eyes darkened. “No, I’ve got my best men on it, but he’s got himself a great fucking hiding place because we haven’t been able to track him. We caught the most recent shipment of girls, so I imagine the bastard will show his head soon since we’ve cut off that port as a source of income. But I know there’s an auction set up in the next couple of weeks, I just haven’t been able to locate it.”

The mention of the auction had mental images of my girl on the chopping block floating through my head and I suddenly felt murderous. The flash of a purple dress in my peripheral alerted me to the girls making their way back to the table. “I’ll have a one-on-one with Thomas McKinnon and see if he can dig around for the locations. I don’t want Carly near this side of the business and she doesn’t need to be stressed over our hunt for Sean,” I murmured right before Carly slid back into her seat.

She slumped a little and I peered at her closely, surprised at her expression. It was a mixture of wonder and sheer terror. An odd combination. Wrapping my arm around her once again, I pulled her close, whispering, “Everything okay?”

She nodded absentmindedly and began eating. I frowned, not happy with her response. But she launched into a discussion with Anna about Sophia and some of the tension began to dissipate.

After that, the night was easy and fun. I hadn’t had the chance to take Carly out, to “court her” as my mother would say. Nic and I were both pleased to see our women becoming so close, as well. Apparently, Carly had asked Anna to be a bridesmaid and Meagan was going to be her maid-of-honor. As sheltered as she’d been growing up, I was overjoyed to see her spreading her wings, making friends, recognizing her own strength to lead, and being the sexiest fucking woman in the world.

Somehow, she continually blew me away with the amount of love I had for her. Just when I thought I couldn’t feel any more, a rush of newer, stronger love would practically bowl me over. It wasn’t helping the constant desire I was carrying around. I’d become perpetually uncomfortable with the semi I was always sporting. In fact, as we finished our meal, watching those perfect lips wrap around the dessert had escalated my issue so I was sitting with a fucking baseball bat between my legs.

I signaled the waitress and gestured for her to come over to my side, where I whispered an order. She giggled and set off for the kitchen. Before I could turn back, I tamped down a yelp of pain as tiny little claws dug into my cock. My head whipped around to look at Carly, who was glowering at me. Gripping her hand, I moved it to my thigh and smiled serenely at her.

She looked murderous until the waitress hurried back over and set a bag down in front of me. “Three chocolate mousses to go!” she announced cheerily. Carly’s face burned red, but a dopey smile crossed her face.

“Excellent idea,” Nic said as he and Anna laughed. Then Anna joined Carly in the blushing department as Nic put in the same order.

Chapter Sixteen

CARLY

Ispent the whole drive back to Brandon’s apartment fantasizing about how much better the delicious chocolate mousse was going to taste when it was spread all over his body—only to find him in the mood not to share. Before the door even closed behind us, he’d tossed me over his shoulder. I gripped his belt for balance while he carried me through the apartment and tossed me onto the bed. As I bounced on the mattress, he whipped his shirt off and unbuckled his belt. Not wanting to be left out, I tried to get my clothes off quickly. I didn’t succeed, though. While my shirt was over my head and covering my eyes, he somehow managed to get his shoes, pants, and boxers off. I stilled, my fingers on the button of my pants, as I watched him crawl on the bed towards me. He looked an awful lot like a lion who was ready to pounce, and the fire in his eyes made it clear I was his prey.

“Down,” he growled, curling his hand around my neck.

I sank backwards, my muscles going lax at the command in his tone. My head landed on the pillows at the top of the bed, and I relaxed into them while he went to work on getting rid of the rest of my clothes. His eyes stayed locked with mine as hisnimble fingers made quick work of the button and zipper on my pants. I lifted my hips as he peeled them from my body. The lace panties he’d left on me were already wet, but by the time his ravenous gaze roamed over me they were drenched.

“You’re so goddamn gorgeous, it’s almost a shame to dirty you up.”

My eyes slid to the bag on the bedside table, and I licked my lips. “I’m willing to bet you’d look even hotter painted in chocolate.”

“You’ll have to find out another night because I have plans for that mousse.”

I tilted my head to the side and offered him a naughty grin. “So you’re in the mood to dirty me up then?”

“Always,” he murmured, dipping his head low until his lips were against the lace of my panties.

My hips jerked at the feel of his hot breath against my sensitive folds. “I thought you said it’d be a shame,” I gasped.

His teeth grazed over my clit through the wet material, making me moan. “But I never said I wasn’t gonna do it anyway,” he breathed out, his tongue flicking out to lap at my pussy before he ripped my panties off and proceeded to drive me insane with need. Yanking the to-go bag from the bedside table, he withdrew one of the containers and dipped his fingers into it. I yelped when the cold dessert hit my skin. It only made him flash me a wicked grin while he spread it over my lower belly, inner thighs, and pussy lips. He took his time cleaning it off me, his tongue licking and lapping at my skin. When most of it was gone, his mouth clamped around my clit and he sucked gently.

I was so close to the edge, but gentle wasn’t going to get me there, not after his prolonged torture. “More,” I demanded, sliding my fingers into his hair and clenching tightly.

My aggressive move had the opposite effect from what I’d intended. Brandon pulled away from me, grabbing my wristsand pinning them above my head. “Hold onto the headboard and don’t let go until I tell you that you can.”

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