TOMMY GABRINI 2: A PLACE IN HIS HEART (6 page)

“Sheil!”
Carrie Lynn yelled.
 
“Don’t say such
awful things.
 
You don’t mean that.”

“But
that’s probably how those ladies are going to feel about Grace.
 
Excuse me, dear,” Sheila added, looking at
Grace, “but you’re new to our circle.
 
They may not feel you’ve earned the right to be Tommy’s number one
yet.
 
That’s all I’m saying.”

Grace
nodded, although she felt she could easily handle those females.
 
“I know what you mean.”

“So
Tommy’s talked to you about it?”

“There’s
really nothing to talk about,” Grace said, not at all about to get into her
conversations with Tommy in front of this group.
 
“We’re together, he gave me a ring, end of
discussion.”

Sheila
and Carrie Lynn and all of those other ladies looked at her as if she was clueless.
 
But she didn’t even care.
 
She continued to laugh and talk and enjoy
herself.
 
She was so over worrying about
Tommy’s fidelity that she couldn’t even express how over it she was.
 
He gave her a ring.
 
That changed everything in Grace’s eyes.
 
Tommy wasn’t a petty person.
 
Why would he give her a ring, which is the
epitome of promising to be faithful to her and her alone, and then not be
faithful?
 
It made no sense to Grace.
 
Those ladies could say whatever they wanted,
but until Tommy showed her differently, she was believing him.

But
as the night wore on, her problem became less about gossiping ladies, and more
about a certain man, Gavin somebody, who took an interest in her that bordered
on creepy.
 

First
he came over and had general small talk with her, which was fine.
 
It kept the night moving.
 
Then he asked if he could dance with
her.
 
Although Tommy was across the room
in the midst of some football debate with his mates, she didn’t see where that
was a problem either.
 
So they
danced.
 
But it was after that dance when
the inappropriateness started.
 
First he
began asking her about her waist size.

“Excuse
me?” she asked.

“I
don’t mean it like that,” he said.
 
“I
just think you and my ex-wife are the same size.”

“Oh,”
Grace said, but she never answered his question.

Then
he continued, asking all kinds of too personal questions that she refused to
answer.
 
But when she got away from him
and he found her again, and placed his hand on the small of her back,
perilously close to the top tip of her ass, she turned on him.
 
She wasn’t going to make a scene in Brody’s
home, but she was going to straighten this Gavin fellow out.

“If
you don’t get your grubby little hand off of me,” she whispered in his ear,
“you may very well need a hand by the time the night is through.”

“Oh,
really now?” the brazen Gavin replied with a grin.
 
“So what’s a little lady like you gonna do?”

“Not
me,” Grace said.
 
“But I think Tommy
might do a little something-something.”

Grace
looked across the room.
 
Gavin looked too.
Tommy was sipping wine and staring at them.
 
Gavin swallowed hard.
 
He knew how
crazy Tommy could get when his temper was unleashed.
 
And besides, Reno Gabrini was his
cousin.
 
No female was worth getting
entangled with the Mafia over.
 

“Talk
to you later,” he said politely and hurried away from her side.
 
Grace smiled and looked at Tommy.
 
But Tommy was still staring at her.
 
And she knew what that look meant.
 
He wasn’t thinking about Gavin.
 
He was thinking about her.
 
She knew she was going to be in for a workout
for real when they got back to that hotel tonight.

And
sure enough, she wasn’t in bed ten seconds before Tommy was on top of her.
 
He had already stripped her down, and was
naked himself, as he wrapped her in his arms and began kissing her long and
slow.
 
He hadn’t said a word about Gavin
until he stopped kissing her passionately on the mouth, and started tracing
kisses passionately up and down her face.

“What
was his problem tonight?” he asked her as he kissed her.

“What
problem?” she answered as she lifted her chin and enjoyed every touch of his
lips on her sensually sensitive skin.

“He
touched you tonight.”

“I
know,” she said, too involved in his kisses to really care.
 
“I set him straight.”

Tommy
continued kissing her.
 
“What did you tell
him?” he asked, growing more breathless with every kiss.
 
He moved down, to her neck.

“I
told him if he didn’t leave me alone, you were going to come over there and
beat him up.”

Tommy
wanted to laugh, but his sensuality was too intense.
 
“That’s right, sweetie,” he said.
 
“You always refer them to me.”
 
He moved down even further, to her breasts,
and began licking and sucking her there.
 
Grace was just beginning to enjoy it when he moved back up to her
mouth.
 
“You know what I want?” he asked
breathlessly.

“What?”
she replied, equally breathlessly.

“I
want you to give me some.
 
Can you do
that for me, baby?”

“I
can do it,” Grace said, to Tommy’s delight.
 

He
slid his body up the length of her body until his dick was at her lips.
 
She began to lick him and suck him, until he
began putting it in her mouth.
 
He moved
slow at first, giving her just the tip for several rounds, and then more and
more he moved it in until it was completely in, and she was mouth-fucking him.
 

Grace
was always least comfortable in this position, because she always felt as if
she was on the verge of getting lockjaw, but she gave it in a way that Tommy
just loved.
 
She might have viewed it as
being awkward, but he viewed it as being the best he’d had.
 
Not because she was doing it any differently
than anybody else had ever done him, but because it was Grace who was giving it
to him.
 
And that, for Tommy, made all
the difference in the world.

It
felt so good that Tommy got on his back and positioned her on top of him, with
her face toward his knees, and her ass in his face.
 

She
continued to give him head while his tongue buried itself inside of her folds,
sucking and licking and giving her a workout that had her cunt raw and
hot.
 
It felt so wonderful to Grace that
a few times she had forgotten that she was pleasuring him and had to refocus
her attention.
 
And then she took him in
full.
 
When she took him all the way in,
Tommy’s control broke.
 
He almost came in
her mouth.
 

He
therefore leaned her body back, where her ass was now against his stomach and
her back was lying on top of his chest.
 
Then he shoved his fully aroused dick inside of her pussy, moving deep
inside with one hard thrust.
 
Grace cried
out from the pain and pleasure, and Tommy held her tighter as he fucked
her.
 
He kept his hands beneath her
thighs, keeping her legs up in the air, as she rode his cock, with his
guidance, until they fell into a rhythm that lasted nearly half an hour.
 
They both were saturated as he moved her body
up and down on his cock, up and down.
 
Her back rubbed up and down against his chest also, and he managed to
turn her upper body enough that his mouth could reach her breast.
 
And he sucked her as he fucked her in the
quiet room of their Beverly Hills hotel, until the elaborate bed itself couldn’t
take it anymore and began to make noise.
 
But they kept on fucking.
 

When
they finally came, when Tommy’s penis was so engorged that he couldn’t help but
release, he had to hold onto Grace, whose small body began to buckle from the
pressure of her own cum.
 
She tried to
slide his dick from out of her, to lessen the intensity, but he wouldn’t let it
out.
 
He wanted her to go there.
 
He wanted her to experience that heightened
sensual place.
 
And she did.
 
She lifted her entire body up, nearly
dislodging his dick from her cunt, as the sensations rolled through her body
like shocks of electricity, and she nearly passed out.
 

It
stunned her, the fact that she nearly passed out.
 
He’d never done it to her like this
before.
 
He wrapped her into his arms as
she fell back against him, satisfied but drained.
 
She eventually turned around, still on top of
him, and hugged him too.
 
He knew he had
taken her there, and he knew it spooked her because of just how hard he had put
it on her, but this was one time he couldn’t hold back.
 
Every time they made love, it became a ride
steep in intensity.
 
They were accustomed
to intensity.
 
But he couldn’t recall a
time with Grace when it had been
this
intense.

But
even though it had spooked her, she wasn’t so thrown that she couldn’t fall
asleep in his arms.
 
Because she fell
asleep easily.
 
She slept like a baby.

CHAPTER FOUR

Tommy’s
S-class Mercedes, the most conservative car he owned, stopped in the graveled
parking lot of the Bridgestone Baptist Church just as his cell phone began to
ring.

“You’re
going to have to turn that off before we go in,” Grace said as Tommy checked
the Caller ID.
 

“I
know,” he said.
 
But when he saw it was
Otto Brisbane, one of his oldest friends and most lucrative clients, he knew he
had to answer.
 
“But I have to take this
call,” he added and took the call.

Grace
rolled her eyes and got out of the car.
 
A couple of the ladies from her church saw her, waved, and she hurried
over to them.

“Hey,
girl,” they said, looking more toward the car, at Tommy, than at Grace.

“Well
hello there,” Grace said, hugging them both.

“You’re
looking good,” one of the girls commented, and then looked into the car.
 
“And doing good too apparently,” she
added.
 

Tommy
watched as Grace mingled with the church ladies, and especially as the ladies
kept taking peeps at him, as he talked to Otto.

“At
church,” he said when Otto asked his location.

“Church?
 
I didn’t know you were a religious man,
Tommy.”

“I’m
a praying man,” Tommy said.
 
“But I’m
here with my lady.”

“Ah,”
Otto said.
 
“The fiancé.”

Tommy
was not surprised that word had gotten around that fast.
 
From Seattle to Beverly Hills and now to New
York.
 
“That’s right,” he said.
 
“So what’s up?
 
Don’t tell me there’s a problem.”

“No
problem, no,” Otto admitted.
 
“But I have
some suggestions I want to run by you.
 
It could affect the overall blueprint so I really need you here to
discuss it.”

“Okay,”
Tommy said, wondering inwardly what would be so important that it would require
his presence.
  
“You’re at home?”

“Yes,
I’m stuck here.
 
Diana’s back in the
country and is already getting prepared for New York fashion week, and you know
how crazy that can get.
 
Her staff
depends on me to keep her sane.”

“And
from killing them,” Tommy added with a smile.
 
He knew Diana Brisbane, the fashion designer, before he knew Otto.

Otto
laughed.
 
“That too,” he said.
 
“So can you come?
 
It won’t take long, but I definitely need
your input.”

Tommy
wasn’t thrilled about the prospect of leaving Grace right now.
 
But Otto Brisbane wasn’t just a close
friend.
 
He was one of his biggest
clients.
 
And business was business.
 
“Tell me when and I’ll move some things
around and be there.”

“Good
man.
 
But, unfortunately, I need this
right away.
 
How does tomorrow morning
grab you?”

“I
can’t tomorrow,” Tommy said definitively.
 
Tomorrow was the morning when he and Grace announced the drastic changes
at Trammel.
 

“Tomorrow’s
out?” Otto asked.
 
“Can’t move some
things around?”

“Not
tomorrow, no.
 
Unless it’s late evening,
or Tuesday morning.”

“Late
evening?”
 
There was a pause.
 
Then Otto seemed satisfied.
 
“You know that can work, Tommy, thanks.”

They
set up the time, and then Tommy hung up the phone.

By
the time he got out of his car, and was putting on his suit coat, Grace was
walking back toward him.
 
“What was that
about?” she asked him.

“Business.
 
I’m needed in New York tomorrow.”

Panic
almost set in.
 
“Tomorrow?” Grace
asked.
 
“But Tommy, Monday is the day we
notify the board at Trammel.
 
You won’t
be there?”

“I’ll
be there.
 
Don’t worry.
 
I’ll leave for New York later that evening.”

Grace
exhaled.
 
This was the part of life with
Tommy that she knew she was going to hate.
 
But it was his life, it came with
 
him, and she wasn’t about to give him up.
 
“Are you ready?”

Tommy
looked at the small, quaint church.
 
“Not
really,” he said.
 
“But here goes.”
 
He placed Grace’s arm on his arm and they
walked, slowly, inside of the small church.

After
church, as most of the parishioners congregated outside, Grace pulled Tommy
away from a group of admiring women and steered him over to the pastor.
 
Pastor Nunn smiled as soon as the couple
approached him.

“I
was wondering when I would get the honor,” he said as they approached.

“Sorry
about that, Pastor,” Grace said.
 
“But
you know how the sisters get when a new man pays a visit.”

Pastor
Nunn laughed.
 
“Don’t I know it, Miss
Grace.
 
You’d think they never saw one
before, when they see me every week.
 
But
I guess it’s not the same.”

Grace
grinned.
 
“No, sir, it’s not,” she
admitted.
 
“But this is Tommy Gabrini.”

“Nice
to meet you, Tommy,” the pastor said as he and Tommy shook hands.

“Nice
to meet you,” Tommy replied.

“He’s
my fiancé, Pastor,” Grace said and flashed her engagement ring.

“Oh,
my.
 
You’re engaged?
 
Well congratulations to both of you.
 
I am so happy for you, Grace.
 
So you did have a man in your life after
all.”

Grace
felt slightly embarrassed, especially since she wasn’t exactly living a chaste
existence with that man.

The
pastor saw the dilemma in her expressive eyes and leaned closer to her.
 
“At least you’re doing something to remedy
the situation, sister,” he said.

Grace
smiled.
 
“Yes, sir, we are.”

“Hey,
there,” one of the deacons said as he came over to the threesome.
 
He extended his hand to Tommy.
  
“I didn’t get a chance to say hello to you,
brother.
 
I’m Karl Folton, the head of
the deacon board.
 
Welcome to
Bridgestone.”

Tommy
shook his hand and the two men began a conversation.
 
Pastor Nunn pulled Grace aside.

“Marriage,
hun?”

“Yes,
sir.”

“Is
he good to you, Grace?”

“Oh,
yes.
 
Extremely good.”

“That’s
what matters, my child.
 
But if he ever
changes, and starts disrespecting you, don’t you stay there and take it.
 
And you’d better not stay if he starts
putting his hands on you.
 
You aren’t
that hard-up now, and don’t allow yourself to become that hard-up in the
future.”

Grace
nodded.
 
“Yes, sir.
 
My father taught me that too.”

“Yes,
your daddy was a good man.
 
He taught you
how to appreciate your self-worth.
 
So if
Mr. Gabrini fails to appreciate it, you get out of there, you hear me?
 
Because I’ll be honest with you,” the pastor
said as he looked over at Tommy.
 
“Loving
a good looking man can be a painful journey.
 
And that’s mainly because you’re not the only one who knows he’s good
looking.
 
All these excited ladies out
here, even the ones in this here church, know it too.”

Grace
nodded.
 
“I know.”

“It’s
going to be a challenge.
 
Are you up for
it, sister?”

Grace
smiled.
 
“Yes, I think I am.”

“No,
Grace,” the pastor warned, without smiling at all.
 
“Don’t think so.
 
You’d better know so.
 
When you’re dealing with a man like that,
you’d better know.”