Mobster's Baby: Bad Boy Mafia Romance (6 page)

Axel

I sat in my car for what felt like hours, staring at Terry and the half of the gold necklace in my hand. After I’d left the old man by himself, Terry had tried to con me into bringing her a drink.

“What’s all this?” Terry twisted around in the chaise until her tan belly folded over itself in a display of taut, tan muscle. “You leavin’?”

I grinned at her. Terry had been one of the hottest girls in school. She’d aged well, with high, firm breasts straining the front of her crocheted bikini. She suggestively traced a hand over her thigh when she caught me watching her, licking her plump lower lip and eyeing me over the tops of her designer sunglasses.

“’Fraid so, honey,” I told with her a wink as I climbed in my car. “And quit burning Pop’s food. He thinks you’re trying to kill him.”

Terry gaped. “Like hell I am,” she shot back in a thick Jersey accent. “That asshole can’t even see the goddamn plate most of the time!”

“Hey, watch it,” I said sharply. “He may be an old asshole, but don’t talk about my father like that. You’re his goddamn girlfriend!”

Terry pouted and looked at her ringless left hand. “Don’t remind me,” she said sourly. “I ain’t done waitin’ for that ring yet.”

By the time he’s ready to give you a ring, he’s gonna be done with you
, I thought, but didn’t say it. Terry was a sweet girl, but it was fuckin’ obvious: what would a knockout be doing with someone like my father? Thinking about them fucking was painful. I didn’t even think he could get it up without the help of some Viagra.

“You’re gonna be waitin’ a long time,” I told Terry with a smirk as I climbed behind the wheel of my Porsche. She pouted and adjusted herself on the lounge, stretching out and fanning her breasts with her hand. My cock twitched in my pants but I gave up the thought before it really took hold; fucking my father’s girlfriend would be like suicide. I couldn’t do that unless I really wanted him to cut me out forever.

But now that I was alone again, I pulled out the locket from Gianni and looked at it. No doubt about it, it was exactly the same as the one Portia wore around her neck. It was two halves of a delicate heart that locked together on one side. I wondered what she’d do when I told her that she was heir to a big fortune.
Probably spit in my fuckin’ face,
I thought with a smirk. Portia had been hungry for sex and even hungrier for love. I almost felt bad about the way I’d kicked her out so ungracefully.

Almost. But not quite.

The front door of the house opened and I watched Leo make his slow way outside, accompanied by a servant who looked just as old as he did. Terry squealed and got up from the lounge chair. She ran over to him and made a big show of throwing her arms around Leo and kissing him on the cheek. I rolled my eyes as I watched the whole thing. When Leo turned around, Terry looked over her shoulder and winked at me.

Nauseated, I drove away. At first, I didn’t know where my car was headed. But after a few minutes alone, it became pretty fucking clear. I was heading to Maison Bridges, to hopefully catch Portia and let her know that she was in some serious trouble. At the thought of seeing her again, my cock stirred in my jeans. She was so delicious, so sexy. I wondered if she’d be wearing something that showed off those fabulous curves.
Damn, I’m horny.
It had been a few weeks since I’d last gotten laid. The last couple of girls after Portia really didn’t do it for me—they had both been a disappointment. One of them was a stripper named Alexis. I’d picked her up at a bar outside of town. On the way back to my place, she’d leaned over and given me head in the car. But once we got inside, I couldn’t stay hard. She was desperate to be fucked; the way she begged me was really something else. She even rolled over on her stomach and spread her legs and told me to fuck her up the ass—something I
loved
. But I couldn’t get hard, not even then. I kept thinking of Portia and how explosive the sex had been. After that, Alexis had left in a huff.

I had to get my mojo back. Maybe seeing Portia again would jar me back into reality—she couldn’t possibly be as hot as I’d built her up to be in my mind. That just wasn’t possible. Real life didn’t work like that. But as I pulled into the restaurant’s parking lot, a flash of arousal hit me hard. And besides, she was going to have to come with me. If I was going to protect her, that actually meant watching her. I wondered if I’d be able to get through another day without fucking her again. I didn’t think it would be possible. Portia was one hot number. And if she still felt any shred of attraction to me, I was willing to bet that she’d be mine again.

Maison Bridges was packed. I parked in the corner of the lot and swaggered inside. They were so busy that I was standing in the foyer for five minutes before a cute brunette girl walked up to me.

“Hi, table for one?” She winked at me and I felt my cock stiffen. An image of myself and the brunette and Portia, all naked and kissing, popped into my mind.
Cool your fuckin’ jets, man,
I told myself.
You ain’t a fuckin’ kid anymore. Get your head back in the game
.

“Actually I need to see one of your waitresses,” I said with a grin. “Portia Campanella. Is she around?”

The girl frowned. “She’s in the back,” she replied. “You want me to get you a drink while you wait? We’re really busy tonight.”

“This will only take a few minutes,” I lied. “I just need to talk to her.”

The girl nodded. “I’m Tania,” she said with a friendly smile. “Why don’t you wait at the bar?”

I gritted my teeth. Getting rid of this broad wouldn’t be easy. “Fine,” I snapped. “Thanks.”

As I walked into the bar, I almost expected to see Portia zipping around with a tray of drinks. But there was someone else behind the bar—a pimply, gangly-looking kid. He raised his head to me in a cordial nod but then went back to helping someone else. I rolled my eyes. If I wanted Portia, I was going to have to go find her myself.

I flipped my collar up and strode through the restaurant. Even though I loved being flashy, I knew how to get through a room without attracting too much attention. It was a perk of being in the family business; we all knew how to slide under the radar when we had to. Sure enough, I made it to the back of the kitchen before anyone called my name. But by then, it was too late. I saw a flash of Portia’s blonde hair move towards what looked like the exit doors. I licked my lips. Her ass was clad in tight jeans and she was leaning over, showing off those perfect curves.

I didn’t even know what I was going to tell her, but I knew that I had to get her alone. I waited a couple of seconds by the door before pushing it open and walking into the alley. Portia was crouched by a dumpster, apparently deep in thought. Just as I was about to ask her what was happening, she jumped and spilled one of the trash bags on the floor. Two men stepped out of the shadows and reached for her slim figure, grabbing her by the arm before she could even resist. One of them muttered something under his breath.

Before I even knew what I was doing, I walked forward and grabbed one of the guy’s other arms.

“Leave her the fuck alone,” I hissed under my breath. “You want me to come after you?”

The guy turned to me with a smirk on his face. Before he could say anything, I made my free hand into a fist, swung back, and then unleashed it on his face. He staggered back with the force of the punch. The other guy came towards me and I knocked him down with an easy punch. Just as I was about to step forward and kick the first one in the ribs, he stood up and backed away.

“Easy, easy,” the second guy said. “We’re just gonna be leaving now.”
 

Portia had fallen to the ground. I was torn between making sure she was okay and going after those scumbags. In the moment it had taken me to decide, the other guy had climbed to his feet and they had both started to run. I heard the sound of their feet slapping the pavement grow fainter with every passing second.

Portia looked up at me with a dazed expression on her pretty face. She was still as hot as ever, even though she looked more tired than she had when I’d first met her.

“Are you okay?” I helped her to her feet. Portia looked over herself and then nodded.

“I’m fine,” she said softly. “Just shaken up. How did you know to come here? Why did you save me?” Her blue eyes focused on mine and I was hit with a sharp bolt of lust. The way she was staring at me, with her hair mussed, her lips parted, and her breath coming in damp bursts…it was like we’d just fucked. I let my eyes run down her body and linger on her curves. Her perfect tits seemed even bigger than they had before, and I couldn’t wait to see her without a shirt on again. I wondered if she’d scream my name, I wondered if she’d ride my face until my tongue was numb from pleasing her.

“Don’t talk right now,” I advised. “You’d better come with me, Portia.”

Portia

I was barely conscious of anything except for Axel’s light touch on my arm as he led me to his car. I had no idea where he’d come from, or how he’d known that I needed saving. After all, he’d basically come from nowhere. I was dazed as he buckled me in the passenger seat and then closed the door.

Once we were on the road, I looked at him. “Where are we going?”

Axel shook his head. “You’ll find out in a little bit,” he said shortly. There was something different about him, something that felt more serious. Our playful banter from that fateful night eight weeks ago wasn’t coming.

I looked out the window and closed my eyes. Riding in the car, even a car as smooth as Axel’s Porsche, made me nauseous. I knew I should tell him about the baby, but I didn’t even know how to start the conversation. And he wasn’t exactly welcoming towards conversation. Every time I tried to say something, he’d tell me to be quiet. Not exactly in a rude way, but in a way that told me he was the boss.

I swallowed as Axel pulled into his driveway. As he led me inside, he threw a more critical glance in my direction.

“You don’t look well, Portia,” Axel said. He rubbed his hands together and then went towards the chrome fridge, pulling out a bottle of water and handing it over. “Here, drink this.”

I toyed with the plastic cap, not wanting to tell him that if I got any more nauseous, I was going to puke right then and there. I don’t know where all the lies came from about pregnancy being a fun house—I already couldn’t wait for this to be over. It seemed like a parasite was growing inside of me, sucking all my energy and making me feel like shit. And not just any parasite, but the parasite of the gorgeous man standing in front of me.

In contrast to me, Axel looked better than ever. He was wearing a woven shirt with a faint sheen, like the inside of an oyster shell. His tie was expensive navy blue silk and I could tell his trousers were tailored just by looking at him. But there was something inside of him that seemed uneasy, like he wasn’t sure what he was doing in the middle of his own kitchen. I realized that I barely knew anything about him. What he did for work, what he did for play…all of that was a mystery.
Whatever he does, it must be nice
, I thought.
After all, look at how much money he put into this place
.

With Axel staring at me, I took a small sip of water. Axel stepped closer and I felt my heart race in my chest. He was so incredibly good-looking that I didn’t know how I could stand it. His dark hair was brushed perfectly back from his forehead and his dark intense eyes focused on me. I shivered with lust.

“Come here,” Axel said in a low voice. Obediently, I stepped forward. I couldn’t make my brain obey my body; my body wanted Axel again more than ever, and my brain wanted me to run away and leave his house forever. But my body won, and in a second I was wrapped in Axel’s arms. He lifted my chin up and then pressed his soft lips against mine. A spicy, musky, expensive cologne wrapped me in a perfumed fog and I closed my eyes as Axel slipped his tongue into my mouth. The reaction in my body was immediate: every cell felt like it was on fire. I wriggled in his arms as the kiss deepened and I felt Axel’s hands sliding down my back and squeezing my ass.

Being pregnant had made me hornier than ever and I was soaking wet by the time Axel slipped his fingers under my shirt and tugged it over my head. I let out a grateful sigh of relief—my breasts had been aching—and I shivered as Axel snapped my bra clasp with a careful and practiced pinch. When my breasts swung free, Axel caught them in his hands. I shuddered with lust as he lowered his head to my chest and blew on my nipples, making them stand erect. A low, liquid moan escaped my lips as Axel opened his mouth and took one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking and licking until I was going crazy and little cries of pleasure were coming out of me. I sounded like a wild animal in heat, like someone who had never had an orgasm before. But it felt amazing, and I wanted to surrender all of my anxieties and worries to the immense pleasure that was now flooding my body.

“Come upstairs with me,” Axel said. He took me by the hand and let me up the marble stairs. My heels clicked on each step but I wasn’t even looking down. Axel was the only thing in my field of view, the only thing I really cared about. He opened the door of his bedroom and led me inside. As he shoved me down on the bed, I unsnapped my jeans and wriggled out of them.

Goose bumps broke out over my bare flesh when I was left only in panties. Axel looked at me with plain lust on his face. We locked eyes as he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed his silk tie to the floor. With strong, purposeful hands, Axel reached down and pulled his pants and briefs off. His erection bobbed free and it was so beautiful that I let out a little gasp. Axel’s manhood was perfectly sized and I loved the fat girth. My pussy started throbbing with anticipating as Axel slowly walked towards the bed.

“I thought about you sometimes,” Axel said in a cocky voice. He reached down and stroked his cock down to the shaft with a practiced hand. I shivered, reaching out for him and pulling him on the bed. At once, Axel’s body was on mine. Our lips found each other and kissed and bit and sucked as our bodies tangled on top of the silk sheets. Axel’s hands were big but soft—I could tell he didn’t work with his hands for a living—and feeling his fingers run down the sides of my body was an incredible sensation. The throbbing in my pussy only increased when Axel slipped a finger between my legs and casually flicked at my clit until I cried out.

“Oh my god, Axel,” I said in a breathy voice. “Please, please don’t stop touching me.”

Axel looked at me with a wry grin on his face. “What did I say about not talking?”

I felt a hot blush spread over my cheeks and I obediently closed my lips. Axel nudged me down on the bed and spread my legs with his hands, tracing light patterns over the delicate insides of my thighs until I was dying to let out a sound. I gasped as he slid a finger inside my damp pussy and wriggled it around. I blushed hotly at the cries coming from my own mouth—they were still alien sounds. I had no idea what was happening, but I knew that I never wanted it to stop. A faint sweat broke out over my skin as the delicious sensations shot through my body. Axel was a master of women, a master of my anatomy, and he was doing things to me that I’d never even dreamed of. Before I knew what I was doing, I was reaching down and grabbing Axel’s shoulders, pulling him on top of me. Axel shook his head.

“Baby, I want you on top,” he said gruffly. “I wanna see those magnificent tits swinging in the air over my head.”

I blushed brighter red than I ever thought possible. Axel lay down on his back and I scrambled up and straddled him. The head of his cock was rubbing against my labia and driving me wild. He was so big that I could feel him stretching me apart before he was even inside of me. Axel looked up at me with a lazy grin of pleasure on his face. When I finally guided his cock inside of me and let out an ecstatic moan, Axel closed his eyes and groaned. He rocked his hips up towards me and thrust in deeply. I could feel his hard cock filling every inch of me, making me want him even more. Axel reached up and began thumbing my nipples, sending delicious shockwaves of pleasure through my whole body. I moaned softly and began to grind my hips on top of his cock. As we rocked together, I felt the coil of pleasure in my lower belly start to build and build until it felt like something was gripping me hard between the legs.

Sweat broke over my body and I felt my heart racing in my chest as Axel bucked harder underneath of me. The sensation of his thumbs on my nipples and his pubic bone rubbing against my clit was almost too much to bear, and I could feel myself racing towards a heady climax. As I threw my head back and moaned loudly, Axel moved his hands to my hips and gripped me there firmly. He moved me forcefully on top of him, until he was tossing me around like a rag doll. Finally, the tight feeling grew in my stomach and exploded all over my body, sending strong shocks of orgasmic pleasure through every nerve ending. I cried out loudly and felt tears being squeezed from under my lids as my orgasm rocked my whole world. Beneath me, Axel let out a low grunt and thrust up powerfully hard. I felt his cock spasm and twitch inside of me, releasing even more ropes of cum.

When it was over, I collapsed next to Axel on the bed. We were still breathing hard. He was still on his back with his eyes closed. I could see his chest vibrating with the fast beat of his heart.

I knew I should tell him about the baby, but I just couldn’t. Not right now. As I felt myself drift off to a warm, relaxed world of drowsy post-coital bliss, I decided that I would tell him. And soon. Just not right now.