“I can’t…I’m coming.”
She closed her eyes, and the walls of her ass clenched around my fingers. I watched her come, watched her slide one hand to her clit and rub herself as she moaned, her pussy leaking, my fingers thrusting in and out of her ass.
“Bad girl,” I said once she’d come down. I pulled my fingers out of her and lifted both her legs up, pressing them against her sides to make taking my cock easier. “I’m thicker than my fingers, but we’ll go slow until you’re ready.”
She nodded.
“Touch your clit, Lucia. Make yourself come again, this time with my cock inside your ass.”
She did as I said, rubbing herself slowly as I lined up the head of my cock against her asshole and slowly began to push into her, taking my time, stopping when her muscles tightened, watching her face, feeling her body to know when she was ready for more.
“Salvatore, it’s too big. It hurts.”
“Shh. Relax. Open for me.” I moved in and out of her, one inch at a time, slowly rocking my hips, wanting to drive into her but holding back until she came again. I was about two-thirds of the way in.
“Fuck, Salvatore!”
This orgasm took her more violently, her walls clenching, relaxing, opening for me to fill her fully.
“God, you’re so fucking tight.” I held myself deep inside her for a moment, knowing I wouldn’t last long. When I began to move, she cried out, her fingers still working her clit, another orgasm on the heels of the last until she called out my name. The sound of my name on her lips, the feel of her around me, took me over the edge until my cock throbbed and I emptied inside her, filling her, owning her, owning every part of her.I sat in the tub with Lucia between my legs, her bandaged ankle resting on the edge. We’d barely settled in when Marco barged into my bedroom, calling out my name, probably only stopping when he realized from the pile of clothes I’d dumped just inside the doorway that I wasn’t alone.
“Shit. Sorry.”
“Give me twenty minutes,” I called out.
“It’s urgent.”
I glanced at Lucia. Marco wasn’t one to cry wolf.
“I’ll be right back,” I said to her as I climbed out I settled her against the back of the tub.
“What’s urgent?” she asked.
I dried off and wrapped a towel around my hips. “No idea.” I went into the bedroom. One look at Marco told me this was bad. “What is it?”
He glanced toward the bathroom. I followed his gaze, then walked over closer to him.
“What’s happened, Marco?” I asked more quietly, so Lucia wouldn’t hear.
“There’s been a shooting.”
My entire body tightened. “Who?”
“Luke DeMarco. He’s being airlifted to Bellevue Hospital right now.”
“Fuck.”
“What’s happened, Salvatore?” I turned to find Lucia wrapped in a towel, hopping on one leg, leaning her weight against the wall.
“It’s Luke.” I went to her, put her arm over my shoulder, and propped her up by her waist. “He’s been shot.”
“Oh my God! Is he okay?”
“Not sure yet.”
“I have to call Izzy. She wasn’t there, was she?”
“I don’t know.”
“Shit, my phone is downstairs.”
“Here,” Marco said, handing her his.
She looked at him as if she were surprised, but took it and dialed.
A knock came at the door. Rainey peeked her head inside and held up the crutches Dr. Mooney had ordered.
“Already here,” she said, her smile fading when she saw the looks on our faces.
“Thank you, Rainey,” I said, taking them from her. “Maybe you can make us all a pot of coffee.”
Lucia looked up at me. “I’m on my way, Izzy,” she said into her phone. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.” She hung up.
“Salvatore, I have to go to them.”
I nodded. “We’ll get dressed and go.”
Lucia blushed, and Marco and Rainey awkwardly left the room. I went into her bedroom and chose some clothes: a dress and a sweater in case it was cool at the hospital. I helped her get her clothes on before getting dressed myself. I handed her the crutches that had just been delivered.
“Thanks.”
Since she had never used crutches before—and there was no time to practice—I ended up carrying Lucia down the stairs—it was just faster that way—and asked Marco to follow us.
“Did your sister know anything?” I asked Lucia once we were in the car and on our way.
“No. Only that he was in critical condition. He took two bullets, one to the stomach, the other in his shoulder. She’s a mess.”
I checked my watch. “It’s about an hour’s drive from here without traffic.”
“Crap.”
My mind raced with thoughts of who’d done it, and I couldn’t shake the feeling the assailant was closer to home than I’d like once I’d learned the truth. But we’d deal with that if and when we had to. Right now, I had to get Lucia to the hospital and find out what the hell was going on.