Tommy Gabrini 3: Grace Under Fire (The Gabrini Men Series) (3 page)

Tommy’s
heart sank.
 
She had everything going for
her.
 
Could be with most any man she
wanted.
 
Could win most of their hearts,
and their bank accounts while she was at it.
 
But she was willing to give it to him for free.
 
That wasn’t love.
 
He discovered long ago that a woman like Alex
didn’t love him.
 
She wanted bragging
rights.
 
He had a line of us, but I was first in line
.
 
That was her rallying cry.
 
It wasn’t about love.
 
It wasn’t even about him.

“Goodbye,
Alex,” he said to her, and left her in her defeat.

TWO

As
soon as Grace stepped out of the shower, she heard voices downstairs.
 
Odd because she wasn’t expecting any
visitors, and Tommy was still out of town.
 
She dried off quickly, put on her bathrobe and slippers, and walked out
of the bedroom’s double doors and down the hall to the second floor
landing.
 
When she looked over the
railing and saw Tommy standing in the foyer, removing his gloves and talking
heartily with his Estate Manager/Butler Henry, her heart leaped with joy.
 
“Tommy!” she screamed.

Tommy
looked up and saw her.
 
He smiled that
rakish smile she loved so well and broke away from Henry.
 
“Grace,” he said as if her name itself was a
relief, and he ran up those stairs, taking them two at a time, as she was
running down.
 
They met in the middle,
with him lifting her small body up and into his arms, and his mouth finding
hers in a devastating kiss.
 

When
he allowed her to come back up for air, she smiled.
 
“I thought you weren’t coming back until
tomorrow!”

“I
wasn’t,” he said, holding her, rubbing her hair and staring at her, unable to
conceal how thrilled he was to see her again.
 
“But I missed you.”

“Oh,
Tommy,” she said, touched by how more and more outwardly affectionate he was
behaving toward her.
 
She placed her
hands on the side of his incredibly handsome face and kissed him herself.
 
Which, as usual, he took control and turned
her chaste, sweet kiss, into his miles more experienced, passionate kiss.
 
She didn’t realize his hands were beneath her
robe, until he began to massage her.
 

That
realization added yet another layer of love to their passion because it
reminded her that he’d been gone for nearly a week and she’d missed, not only
him, but his second-to-none abilities too.

She
returned his passion, kiss for kiss, as he carried her back upstairs, along the
corridor, and into their bedroom.
 
He
slammed the doors and had already completely removed her robe by the time he
laid her on the bed.

She
grinned.
 
He was even hungrier than she
was.
 
“It hasn’t been that long,” she
said, as she watched him undress.

“But
it feels like it.”
 
He untied and removed
his tie, and began removing his suit coat.

“Actually,”
Grace said, “you look pretty darn tired, Tommy.”

“I am
tired.”

“You
must be hungry too.
 
Do you want me to
get you something to eat?” She asked this with all sincerity as she moved to
get back up.
 
But he just as sincerely
pushed her right back down.

“First
I eat you,” he said, “then we’ll worry about food.”

Grace
smiled.
 
“I see Paris didn’t change your
appetite.”

Tommy
laughed.
 
“And it never will.”
 
He tossed his suit coat across the room
almost exactly where her bathrobe had dropped.

“It’s
only been a week,” she said, lying there naked, slowly parting her thighs so
that he could get a peep at what she knew he wanted most.
 
Which warmed Tommy’s heart.
 
Compared to the women of his past, Grace was
as green as grass.
 
But her lack of
calculation pleased him.
 
Her lack of
going by some seduction script turned him on.
 
And seeing that gorgeous brown body of hers lying there, with her legs
parted, was, for Tommy, the ultimate turn on.

He
stepped out of his shoes as he began unbuckling and unzipping his pants.
 
“Miss me?” he asked her, staring at her.

“Oh,
yes,” she gladly responded.
 
“You know I
do.”

“I
miss you,” he admitted again, pulling off his pants and briefs.
 
“In every way.”

“Every
way?” she asked him.

“Every
way,” he responded.
 
He was naked
now.
 
But Grace had only a second to look
down, at his big, dangling dick, before he was upon her.
 

He
moved his muscular frame on top of her petite body and began sucking and
squeezing her breasts.
 
He rubbed his
dick against her thighs as he sucked and fondled her.
 
He rubbed it and rubbed it until it was hard
as steel.
 
Then he kissed her on the lips
again, and on her face and neck, and then back down to her breasts again.

His
voice was husky as he sucked her.
 
“Behaved yourself while I was gone?” He asked this as his mouth covered
her breast.

“Behaved
yourself?” she asked him, and then she screamed out in ecstasy when he bit her.

“I
want you, Grace,” he said huskily as he moved down her body, kissing her
stomach, her belly button, the top of her thighs.
 
“I want to smell you,” he added, smelling her
sweet scent.
 
“And taste you.”

She
lifted her knees as he settled between them and parted her legs.
 
And the man with the beautiful hair, and the
seductively greenish-blue eyes, the man once voted the sexist human being alive
by a Seattle magazine, licked her pussy with a searing lick, igniting her
passion to the highest degree, as if his tongue was fire itself.

He
felt as if he was on fire too as he parted her slit and gave her long, loving
licks, shorter ones, then longer and longer licks.
 
It used to be a time when he couldn’t go a
week without getting that urge to have a woman beneath him.
 
Now, with Grace, he could barely go a
day.
 
Because all he had to do was think
about her taste, and he’d start craving her again.
 
No other woman had ever turned him on the way
Grace did.
 
But she definitely turned him
on.

They
stayed this way, in this state of bliss, for minutes on end.
 
He sucked her, and started eating her, until
her wet pussy was throbbing uncontrollably.
 
He ate her so deep down that he almost ejaculated from the
intoxicatingly sensuality of her taste alone.
 
And he couldn’t continue this way.
 
Not a moment longer.
 
He had to
get inside of her and he had to do it now.

He
moved back on top of her.
 
He started
sucking those juicy, already ravaged breasts of hers as he guided his stiff,
fully aroused penis to her wet slit.
 
And
then, with a shove-in that lifted her half off of the bed, he pushed deep
inside of her.

It
felt like a sudden rush of fullness for Grace as his big dick entered her.
 
And when he started to move through the
tightness and the friction that was her womanhood, she felt an overwhelming
sense of joy.
 
Tommy Gabrini was fucking
her.
 
This masterful man was laying it on
her with a skill she was certain few men could match.
 
And he was hers.
 
She wrapped her arms around his back.
 
She held onto him as he pumped his ass
off.
 
She held onto him as he did her
with a fervency no other man could even emulate.
 
Nobody could do it better.

Tommy
held onto her, too, as he fucked her.
 
His naked body was pushing against hers harder and harder as his dick
buried itself deeper and deeper inside of her.
 
And it felt good immediately.
 
They were already at that place of intensity.
 
It was so intense, so unbelievably beautiful,
that all he could do was experience it raw and sensually, and relax in the
experience.
 
He removed his mouth from
her wet breasts, and continued to pump her and pump her hard.

He
looked at her as he fucked her.
 
She had
the prettiest smooth brown skin, the sweetest bright white smile, the most
sincere eyes he’d ever seen.
 
And she was
his.
 
Somehow that mattered to him above
anything else.
 
She belonged to him.
 
She was the only woman alive on which he’d
ever staked a claim.
 
He’d had many other
women, but they were always one of many others.
 
But Grace was his one and only.
 
Grace was his and he was hers as surely as the breath in his body.
 
And he fucked her with that level of
undeniable love and passion, as if he was determined to make certain she
understood just what she meant to him.

And
she did understand it.
 
In the bedroom,
she loved his possessiveness.
 
She wasn’t
crazy about it outside of the bedroom, and often told him so, but she loved it
here.
 
That was why, when she began to
climax, her orgasm was so extreme.
 
It
wasn’t just that she was cumming.
 
It was
because Tommy Gabrini was the one who was making her cum.
 
It was because Tommy was pumping on her so
hard, and was dick-whipping her so decisively, that she couldn’t help but feel
his possessiveness with every spasm her body endured.

“That’s
right,” he was saying as she came.
 
“Let
it out, baby.
 
Feel that rod massaging
you and let it out!
 
Don’t hold
back.
 
Let it out, baby, let it out!”

Grace
was arching now, and having severe spasms now, as the sensations wouldn’t let
her lay still.
 
And Tommy kept pumping
her, causing her to continue to climax with rolling orgasms, until her vagina
muscles clamped down so tightly around his rod that he came too.

He
came with an eruption of feelings, with such an explosion of sensations that it
caused the veins in his neck, his arms, his penis itself to strain near the
breaking point.
 
He pushed in with one
last jolt, forcing out a final release of milky cum that it filled her so full
it ran out and down her legs.

And
then he collapsed down on her, but only momentarily.
 
He knew he was dead weight on her.
 
He rolled onto his back, and then rolled her
on top of him in one fluid motion.
 
And
then he managed to speak.
 
“It’s good,”
he said, his chest still heaving with heavy breaths, “to be back home.”

“It’s
good,” she managed to say, heaving too, “to have you back home.”

And
they just laid there, with Tommy holding Grace, and Grace’s head laying on his
chest.
 
After several minutes of
regulating their breathing, after several minutes of coming back down to earth,
she asked him about his trip.
 
“Was there
a final agreement?” she asked.

“Not
yet.
 
They have options and they’re
weighing those options.”

She
looked up at him.
 
“You mean another
company is in the running?”

“Two
others, I found out.
 
Univec is the biggest.
 
A major player.”

“Not
as major as the Gabrini Corporation.”

“Agreed,”
Tommy said unabashedly.
 

“Then
what is Beltco waiting on?
 
You could
have initiated a hostile takeover, but you didn’t.
 
You, instead, decided to give them a generous
offer and play ball with them.
 
But then
they open it up to a bidding war?
 
I hope
it works out for you.
 
I know how much
you want this merger to happen.
 
But I
don’t know, Tommy.
 
Beltco seems a little
shady to me.”

“I
don’t disagree with you.
 
But I’ll be
majority stakeholder, and all decisions will rest with me.
 
Their shadiness won’t be a part of any
company I run.”

“So
even with this bidding war, which will undoubtedly push up the price, you still
think it’ll be a good move?”

“It’ll
make the Gabrini Corporation a force to be reckoned with, that’s for sure.
 
But it’s up to Beltco.
 
We met in Paris.
 
I made our offer.
 
They will either accept it, or accept
Univec’s counteroffer.
 
I still think
we’re the top contender, but we’ll see.”

“We
wait and see.”

“The
waiting game, yes,” Tommy said.
 
“But in
the meantime,” he said, snuggling her closer still.
 
“You didn’t answer my question.”

She
looked at him.
 
His hair had formed a
full bang across his forehead.
 
She
pushed it back in place.
 
“What question
is that?”