“Oh Reggie, I want more,” Cat softly said as we kissed again and again.
We lay in each other’s arms, whispering our love for each other. As we kissed, I could feel my erection begin to assert itself once more, pulsing to size in Cat’s pussy.
We made love again, this time moving slowly and tenderly for more than thirty minutes before Cat began to moan. I couldn’t hold off any longer as I filled Cat’s pussy, until my cum spilled out of her.
Each thrust I made and pulse of my semen caused our combined juices to surge around my cock and out of Cat’s hot vagina.
I don’t know how long we lay there under the stars in the garden at the family’s compound, and I didn’t care. I was with the woman I loved and had just claimed her as mine. All I could think about was the life we were going to have together.
Our unique, beautiful life.
Cat fell asleep, tired from the exertions of the affirmations of our time together, and I soon followed. The next thing I knew, sunlight was filtering down through the trees, and when I opened my eyes, I found myself staring down the barrel of Angelo’s gun.
At that moment, I knew my life would never be the same again.
Two
Player
Present-day…
I was a dead man walking.
Yep, no bones about it.
I would feel Reaper’s sharp blades any minute because the way my Prez was looking at me wasn’t good. I thought he would have been happy to see me. But did I get a hug, a slap on the back, a welcome home Player?
Nope, I got a snarly, “Sit your fucking ass down!”
I wasn’t stupid, so I did what I was told.
Ghost sighed, grinning as he shook his head, “You might as well sit too, Massacre.”
Reaper was pacing the room. He was furious, and I didn’t need to be a genius to see that. My Prez never paced, and he wasn’t thinking of daises and pumpkin spiced lattes when he did. He was thinking of vile ways to rip a person to shreds, and it just happened that I knew his thoughts were centered on me.
I wish there had been another way, but I did what he asked in my defense. I just left a pertinent detail out, like the fact that Giovanni Valentinetti was my cousin.
Reaper couldn’t get mad at that.
I couldn’t control who I was related to.
“I swear to fucking God, if you weren’t an officer of this club, I would gut you right now.” Reaper snarled my way.
See…Dead man walking.
“I have enough shit on my plate, and now you go and bring the mafia into this mess!”
“Um, technically, Gio isn’t mafia,” I uttered but quickly shut my mouth when Massacre jabbed his elbow into my ribs.
“Ow! You fucker! That hurt!”
“Shut it, Reggie.”
“Stop hitting me then, Dwyane!”
“Both of you SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP!” Reaper roared.
“Gotta admit, I didn’t miss that,” Ghost hid his laughter as he took a seat at the small table in the room. We all had our own rooms, thanks to my cousin Gio. Not that any of my club brothers would say thank you. Which reminded me, I needed to thank Gio for the rooms.