Page 34 of The One Night Match (Mafia Matchmaker #1)

THIRTY-FOUR

CRUZ

R iley’s eyes widen almost comically, and I use her surprise to my advantage…again.

It seems my wife is easy to shock, which gives me the opportunity to lift her from my face and drag her down my body until her pussy hovers over my weeping cock.

He’s desperate for her, so much so that I’m a little worried I might come the second she sinks onto me. Between the taste of her on my tongue and her screams of pleasure being permanently burned into my brain, I don’t think I’m going to be able to hold myself back.

I fold my arms behind my head, forcing myself not to touch her as I stare up into her vibrant blue eyes. “Ride me, Kitten. Give me a show.”

Her mouth drops open like she’s about to argue, but instead she plants both hands onto the center of my chest and slowly lowers herself.

We let out a mutual moan of pleasure as she sinks further onto my cock, her soaking wet heat accepting me with ease.

Once she’s seated, she gives herself a few seconds to breathe while her pussy flutters around me, pushing me closer to the edge despite her not moving.

Jesus. This woman is humbling.

I spent years priding myself on being able to go for hours, but every time I get inside her, I’m like a teenage boy losing his virginity again.

“You feel huge like this,” Riley murmurs, looking down at where our bodies are joined.

She looks so fucking pretty in nothing but my shirt, the neck falling off her shoulder and giving me a view of the marks I’ve left on her.

I’m starting to think I’ll never be able to let her out of the house again without her being covered in my marks.

“I want you to make us come together, Kitten. Ride me until we’re both falling apart.”

She swallows heavily before lifting her hips tentatively, testing to see what feels good and what doesn’t.

It occurs to me that she may never have been on top before, especially if she hasn’t had many partners since high school, but that thought only fills me with a sick sense of pride that I get to be her first.

I let her find a rhythm that works for her, watching with smug satisfaction as she rises and falls, soft moans tumbling from between her pouty lips.

When I can’t keep my hands off her anymore, I shove the shirt up, uncovering her perfect tits.

Riley grips the hem and tugs it off, leaving her naked as she fucks me in slow rolls that are testing my control in a way it’s never been tested.

“Cruz,” she whines, her body trembling as her pace begins to stutter.

“You close, Kitten?”

She nods with a soft gasp. “So close.”

“Come for me, Riley. Come all over my cock. Drag me over the edge with you.” I growl out the words as I finally drop my hands to her hips, guiding her as she loses her composure.

Watching Riley come is always an out-of-body experience, but seeing her take her own pleasure like this, watching as she falls apart riding me, is all I need to pull me over the edge with her.

Her pussy clenches around me so tight my vision blurs at the edges, and it takes everything in me not to rut into her like a wild animal.

She cries out as her nails dig into my pecs, riding out every last bit of her pleasure as I fill her with ropes of my cum.

It’s not until we’re both spent that she collapses on top of me, her body still trembling slightly as she comes down from her release.

I bury my face in her throat, locking both arms around her to keep her where I want her. “That was my kind of breakfast in bed.”

She laughs softly. “If I knew this was on offer, I would have started sleeping in here the first night.”

I chuckle, tightening my hold on her.

I had no idea when I signed up with the matchmaker that they’d actually find me my perfect match, but they’ll definitely be getting a glowing review from me when the time comes.

M y body thrums with barely contained nervous energy.

If you’d told me a few months ago that I would struggle to leave my wife at home with a whole team of security to protect her, I’d have told you that you’re insane. But after three days cooped up with my whole immediate family, I finally had to leave to take care of our rats.

Well, two of them at least.

We’re still not certain how many there are, and that’s part of the reason we need to do this today. The ball is only days away, and the closer we get without knowing who we can trust is making me want to cancel more than ever.

Not that Mom or Riley will let me.

As soon as she had the chance, Mom got my wife on her side, and now they’re both adamant about how important the event is.

Which I never said it wasn’t. I just said it wasn’t as important as Riley’s life, which I stand by.

Colten clenches the steering wheel beside me, his body giving away the tension he’s holding inside.

My best friend came to the family when we were kids, the bastard child of my father’s second in charge, and the two of them never let him forget it. They treated him like he was scum, like he had no business being in our organization, despite constantly proving the opposite.

He learned code when we were in middle school, started hacking government bodies when we were in high school, and by the time we graduated from college, he was one of the best hackers in the country. But none of it was ever enough for Dad or Gino, and that’s part of what got them both killed.

It’s little wonder Colten shies away from physical touch, given the number of beatings he was given for merely existing, and just the thought of their treatment makes me want to kill them all over again.

Those two men were the worst of the worst, and the world is a better place without them. They believed to be king, they had to have no conscience, no emotions, but ultimately, that’s what made it so easy to take them out.

“You okay, man?” I ask.

He nods but doesn’t bother responding.

I glance over at him again and sigh. Maybe he’s grappling with leaving Lexi for the first time since the accident. She’s still blind to his affections, but that doesn’t mean he’s able to rationalize with himself about her safety. “You should tell her how you feel.”

He shoots a look across the car at me. “Who?”

I roll my eyes. “Lexi.”

“I don’t have feelings for Lexi,” he snaps.

I chuckle. “Colten, we’ve been friends for two decades. You think I haven’t noticed how you look at my little sister?”

He’s quiet for a moment, the tension only growing tighter in his shoulders. “I’m not going to act on it.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t deserve her.”

My brows rise in surprise. “What makes you say that?”

He shrugs. “She’s too good for me. Too good for anyone, really. She’s like the sun. Too pure to be dimmed.”

I consider his words for long moments. I understand that notion, because I feel similarly about Riley, but that doesn’t mean I’d let her go. Not a chance in hell. “You know what I think? I think that you’re perhaps the only person in the world who does deserve her.”

He shakes his head, his eyes locked on the road ahead.

Okay. It looks like I’ll have to come at this from another angle. “She mentioned to me that she might want to give the matchmaker a go.”

His back turns ramrod straight as panic slides across his features. “No. They’ll match her with some asshole who doesn’t deserve her. Absolutely not.”

I nod slowly. “So you want her to be alone forever?”

He scowls across the car at me. “Of course not.”

“Okay, so you don’t want to be with her, you don’t want her to sign up for the matchmaker, and you also don’t want her to be alone. So what is it that you do want?”

He pulls into his parking spot at the office and glares. “We’re not discussing this.”

I can’t help but chuckle to myself as I climb out of the car. It seems my best friend needs a little push, and I’m more than happy to be the one who provides it.