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CHAPTER 9

Michele

M y call ends and I’m left sitting on the couch waiting for Jennings to finish his call. Giulia is adamant I listen to and trust the stranger in front of me. I know there is no one who cares for my safety more than her. As much as I may not like it I will listen.

How did my life get turned upside down again?

As much as I could have gone to the police, probably even gotten into protective custody for the things I know, I didn’t. I left Benny in the middle of the day on a random Tuesday. Telling anyone what I knew wouldn’t stop him or his associates. I simply knew the life Benny led wasn’t for me. If I stayed in New Jersey I would be committing to a life with him no matter how he treated me because I knew too much.

Eight months went into me leaving. For eight months, I played the part of loving girlfriend while my mind raced on getting out of this relationship. Giulia planned my exit. Howard assisted in the documents and driving me out of the state, where he then helped me buy a car in cash and register it with my new identity.

If I hadn’t left … I can’t even think about it.

The first two years, I was a mess. Hardly slept, couldn’t eat. Always watching.

Coming here, I was nervous, but I finally felt like I could relax. I made this life. I thought Benny realized I didn’t give up his secrets. He was safe from what I knew and in return I could be safe from his wrath. Stupidly, I thought maybe he would move on and forget me.

Only no one leaves Benincio Cartagena.

I knew better.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t notice Jennings end his call and he is headed back to me. Without speaking, he moves back to the couch, reclaiming the spot he was in up against the corner. I don’t move.

“Michele,” his voice is low, deep. “Come here, buttercup.”

I shake my head.

He knifes up, reaching out, grabbing me and pulling me to him. Once again, my body gives into him while my head says this is bad.

Very bad.

Laying draped over him, I listen to the steadiness of his heartbeat and wait for the interrogation.

It doesn’t come. Instead, I lay over him as he gently rubs my back with one hand and holds me against him with the other.

Minutes pass, I don’t know how many, but there is this comfortable silence between us.

“Jennings,” I break the quiet, “why aren’t you asking me questions?”

He stops the back rub, “what do you want to share?”

“Sharing puts you in danger,” I explain. “Sharing puts your family in danger.”

“Your family trained you well.”

I lift up at that insinuation. “Giulia’s work has never and will never touch me.” One thing about Giulia, she doesn’t let her business and affiliations anywhere near family. Maybe on her dad’s side, but none of it ever had anything to do with me or my grandparents.

“Who taught you sharing is dangerous?”

“This is so complicated,” I try explaining away my reluctance to share.

“Uncomplicate it, buttercup.”

I lay against him as I notice the day has become night around us. “I’ve had a long day, Jennings. I’m going to shower and then pray I can fall asleep.”

He presses a kiss to the top of my head, “sleep well, buttercup. I’ll be right here. You are safe.”

To my surprise his arms around me release and he allows me to get up and retreat without a fight. And he stays put on the porch, when the front door to his home is merely feet away.

Tossing and turning, I can’t relax.

He literally remains on the damn porch. I thought he would come inside, he hasn’t.

Unable to resist the pull to be close to him, I step outside moving to him on the couch. He is stretched out with a pillow under his head, shirt off, and jeans unbuttoned. I approach and once I’m close enough he tags me by the arm and pulls me down onto him. My legs falls between his as he tucks me against him and reaches for the blanket he had earlier to drape over me once again.

“You okay?”

“You could come inside,” I mutter not sure what to even say.

“Not goin’ in there, baby.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

“About as much as you want to dive into your relationship with Benincio Cartagena,” he tells me honestly.

One thing about Jennings, he really is honest to a fault. He seems to have found out about my problem.

“I dropped this on your doorstep. You know I can go home and deal with this. No need for you or any of your brothers to get caught up in my mess.”

Scooting up, he dramatically looks around, “you see something I don’t? Cuz, baby, my doorstep is empty. As for you goin’ home, nope. Me and my brothers are caught up. The moment Cartagena decided to involve the Legion’s Demons and they came in our territory, they put this shit on my door. Ain’t got shit to do with you, they know the unspoken rules. They brought this on, not you.”

I don’t know what to say so I say nothing. He casually rubs my back as if it soothes him as much as it does me.

“Like you in my shirt,” he tells me and I find myself smiling. “Don’t exactly have my clothes here. Decided you would be okay if I borrowed it.”

His shirt slides up and his hand hits my back. From there it slides down to my ass. I feel him and I can’t help but squirm.

“Hmm,” he mutters and his chest vibrates.

“I hand wash my delicate pieces. They are drying on the shower curtain rod.” I try explaining my absence of panties as I find myself being slid up his body before his lips crash to mine in a fury.

My legs tremble as my breasts swell. Instantly, I’m turned on.

Uncontrollably so.

He breaks the kiss and in a swift move, slides under me.

All the way under me. He positions me on his face.

He inhales my scent before I feel his nose part my lips and his tongue dive into my core. Darting, flicking, licking, sucking, he doesn’t miss one millimeter of my girlie parts. His hands go to my hips as he begins to rock me against his face. Before I know it, I’m riding his face like his dick and I want more. He moves one hand between us, as he laps my clit, two fingers enter me.

Unabashed, I grind down on him. He moans and the vibrations shoots through my body.

“Baby,” he mutters between licks, “cup your tits for me, pinch your nipples, get there, buttercup.”

Without even thinking of the slut I am, I do as he instructs. I’m rewarded by three fingers working me and his mouth clamping down on my clit, sucking and suddenly my entire body shakes as I have the best orgasm of my entire life.

With the aftershocks on the edge a thought hits me. Reacting rather than thinking, I slide off his face and fingers.

He whimpers and I find the loss of me rattles him. It only turns me on more.

“This time, we come together,” I whisper as I plant myself back over his face but this time, I push down his jeans releasing his massive cock from the confines.

No underwear. Interesting. I’ve never been around a man who prefers to be commando.

I run my tongue over the tip as his length juts out proudly in front of me. I feel him blow on my core before his tongue begins to work me again.

Feeling brave, I run my tongue in a circle over the top of his dick as I open and take him as far as I can one inch at a time. Rocking my hips into his face, I find a rhythm sucking him, teasing him, stroking him, while he continues to finger me, licking my overly sensitive lips. I feel myself climbing as I keep working him.

“Get there, baby,” I beg him knowing I’m going to come again and he’s still primed.

“I come in you,” he mutters before he uses his teeth to graze my lips and then sucks my clit down as he inserts three fingers in me and twisting.

I see stars. Unable to breathe, I have to release him as I arch my back sitting straight up on him.

“I’m clean, you’re clean, and you got an IUD. I’m in there, baby. You wanna stop, say it now, buttercup.”

I’m too high on life to think much less speak. He flips me effortlessly around as he sits up. I straddle his lap feeling him long, hard, and thick against my lower belly. Reaching down, he slides his jeans all the way off. As he does he spreads his legs and I swear his penis grows another inch having this freedom for him to move more.

He grabs my neck and pulls me to him. His lips hit mine. I can taste myself on his tongue as he kisses me.

This man is dangerous.

His kiss alone has me ready for more. I have never had more than one orgasm in a night, here I am ready to come again from a kiss.

Yes, definitely I have entered slut status.

“Get outta your head,” Jennings mutters against my lips before kissing me again.

I kiss him back, his head drops to my neck and I love the feel.

“You wanna stop, say so Michele. I want this but I need you to want it too. Don’t check out on me.”

His hands roam up the t-shirt finding my swollen breasts he cups them before lifting the shirt up and dropping his head down to lick my nipple. I arch back wanting the contact.

I stroke his dick between us. My hand wraps around it almost able to touch my middle finger to my thumb but not quite. He’s larger than any lover I’ve had before. I press him between my lips and rock against him covering him in my cum from before as he sucks my nipple and grips my ass with his hands.

I feel him right there at my entrance. My body craves him. I want him to slip in. No matter how close I can work him to being there, he stops himself from sliding in.

“You want it, I’ll give it to you, but you gotta say it, Michele,” he whispers before going back in on my neck this time. His mouth is magical on my skin as I continue grinding myself up and down his length wanting him in me but knowing if I do this everything changes.

Suddenly, he pulls back.

He inhales sharply as I stop moving and look at him.

“Come here,” he says and I look at him confused.

“I’m here,” I respond frustrated because I’m so turned on but I can’t bring myself to take him like I want.

“You aren’t ready, buttercup,” his words come out pained or maybe I’m just imagining this is painful as I can see his penis all veiny and red, enlarged, and probably engorged without release.

His hand shifts his business before he slides two fingers in me. “Let me get you off, baby,” he whispers before using his freehand to grip the back of my neck and pulling me to kiss him once again.

In moments, I’m lost in his tongue and the feel of his fingers as he works to bring me to the brink once more. With his thumb to my clit he easily gives me another climax. It might not have been as good as some of the others, but it is better than anyone has ever given me before.

Hands down this man knows how to work a woman’s body.

Those thoughts wash over me and again all I can think is I’m a whore.

“Don’t taint it,” he tells me as I relax over him.

My core clinches as the aftershocks course through me, he keeps his dick against me but not inside me leaving me whimpering for more, but knowing I will regret that.

“Way you come is beautiful, baby. Don’t get in your head and talk it down,” he whispers.

“What about you?” I ask knowing he has yet to release and is still hard and ready.

He gives a half-chuckle. “I got me, buttercup. And just saying when I do get in there, I have a feeling I’m not ever gonna want to leave.”

Something about the way he says this tells me he means more than getting inside my body.

Could I let this man inside my heart?

Can I consider letting him inside my crazy?