Page 53 of Vows of a Mobster

“Shit, maybe I should sleep on the table too,” I muttered.

“Excuse me?” A man’s voice came through the line.

“Crap, I forgot about you,” I muttered into the phone. “Hold on, I have to make it on top… to the top. I’ll put you in my pants,” I slurred into the phone, “stay there.”

It took me a few attempts to get it into my jeans pocket, but once that was done, I made it one by one to the top of the stairs.

Nineteen

Mateo

Ihad no doubt Brianna was going to call me. In the meantime, I tasked Antonio to look into Brianna’s ex. I wanted to know what my cousin and her girlfriends were hiding. I wanted to know if Brianna was seeing anyone, who her parents were. I wanted to know everything.

The last thing I expected was Brianna calling me drunk.

“Crap, I forgot about you,” she sounded very drunk. “Hold on, I have to make it on top… to the top. I’ll put you in my pants,” her speech was slurred and I had to wonder exactly how much she had to drink. “Stay there,” she ordered and I smiled.

“Voilà,” I heard her exclaim victoriously. It must be her favorite word.

“I have to talk to,” she muttered slowly, then paused as if she had to remember who she was calling. “Ah yes, Mateo the Cousin! Wait, wait. That sounds wrong.” I could picture her delicate eyebrows frowning. I’ve only seen her handful of times but her mannerism was natural. “No, no. Mateo the mobster boss. Yes, the mobster.”

She sounded satisfied with her new name for me. It didn’t surprise me that Marissa told her.

“Hello, Brianna.”

“Hey,” she answered. “God, this damn bed won’t stop moving.”

“Where are Marissa and Daphne?” I asked her.

“Daphne is shitfaced on my kitchen table,” she slurred her words. “Other is in the bathroom. I was going to check on her but wanted to call you.”

“Good, I’m glad you did.”

“Wait,” she stopped me. “I actually think I didn’t want to call you. I’m not quite sure now.”

“Why didn’t you want to call me?” I asked. That woman was something. I wished I could have her in my bed tonight.

“You know, I’m not sure,” she replied. “I think you are hot.” Now that surprised me, but I probably shouldn’t put much value in her words. Because she was rather “shitfaced” like she described Daphne. “Hold on, I have to take my clothes off. I’m burning; it’s so damn hot.”

My cock instantly hardened at the image those words brought to mind. I heard some shuffling, grunting and rattling.

“Stop moving,” her muffled voice came through the phone. Damn it, if it didn’t amuse me.

Some more shuffling, it sounded like she finally made it into bed. I heard her soft exhale, and it made me wonder if she would sound like that under me too.

“I’m back,” her soft voice came through. “What did you want to talk about?”

How I’m going to fuck you hard while you scream my name!It had been a long time since I was a horny teenager but this woman was making it all come back.

“What are you wearing?” I asked her instead.

“I’m in my bra and panties,” she murmured softly. “Stupid dresser kept moving. I couldn’t catch it.”

I chuckled. She was an amusing drunk.

“What color are your bra and panties?” I was stupid for asking her this. She’ll probably fall asleep and this would backfire leaving me hard with cock in my hands.

She exhaled softly. “Pink,” she answered, then surprised me when she asked, “Are you wearing anything?”