Reno and Son: Don't Mess with Jim (The Mob Boss Series) by Mallory Monroe Page A

bond.    “Suffice it to say,” Trina said, “that he’s
okay.”
    “He’s out?”
    “Yes.”
    Fran exhaled.   “Thank God!”   Then she thought about it.   “But
how?   Reno?”
    “Who else?   He didn’t get home until after five this morning, girl.   He was so tired.”
    “I can imagine.   But Jimmy need to straighten up and fly
right.”
    “You’re one to talk.   Miss I
Love Me Some Trailer Trash Gabrini.”
    Fran laughed.   “Don’t hate.   There’s some good lovin’ going on in those trailers.”
    Trina laughed too.   Then the dining room’s intercom clicked
on.   And Reno’s voice could be
heard.   “Tree?”
    Trina looked up.   “Yes?”
    “What are you doing?”
    “Having breakfast.”
    “Think you can come here?”
    Fran smiled.
    “I think I can swing that.”
    “Then swing it.”
    “Will do,” Trina said, and then stood up
and handed the baby to Fran.  
    “Wonder what he wants?” Fran asked this
mischievously, knowing full well what he wanted.
    “Yeah, I wonder,” Trina responded, knowing
full well also, as she smiled and left the dining room.
    “Daddy?” Dommi said loudly.
    The intercom clicked back on.   “Yes, Sport?”
    “Want me to come too?”
    Fran laughed.
    “No, son.   You stay there and watch your sister.”
    “But Aunt Fran has Sophie.”
    “Then watch Aunt Fran,” Reno said, and
Fran’s smile disappeared.
    “Very funny, Reno,” she said.
    Trina made her way around the penthouse
corridors that led to their private wing.   When she opened the door, Reno was naked and lying vertically across the
bed, his feet touching the floor.   He was
stroking his dick.
    She stood at the door and shook her
head.   “Why am I not surprised?”
    Reno smiled.   His dick was already expanding, but by the
time she made her way up to him, and he opened his legs so that she could stand
between them, it went rock hard and stiff right before her very eyes.   Even after all this time, Trina still felt a
swell of sensations at just the thought of him putting all of that inside of
her.
    “What exactly do you want?”   She stood before him, ready to do whatever it
was he said he wanted.
    “Remove that robe,” he said.
    Trina knew that was coming, so she didn’t
hesitate.   She untied and then removed
her robe, allowing it to fall around her feet.
    “Done,” she said.
    Reno stared at her body.   She complained that she was bigger than she
used to be, and she was, but Reno loved it.   Her breasts were a little bigger, and her hips, and that ass, he
thought.   “Turn around,” he said.
    Trina knew that was coming too.   She smiled as she turned around.   She knew he was inspecting her, sizing her
up, getting harder and more heated just by the contours of her tightness alone.
    “Bend over,” he said.  
    As she did, Reno sat up, and then began
kissing her cheeks as he squeezed them.   He became so heated, and began squeezing them so hard, that Trina felt
pleasurable pain shoot through her.   Then
he opened her crack, licked her there, and stood up.   He leaned her up with him, pressed his penis
against her ass, and began to hug her from behind and caress her breasts.
    “I’d bet that’s not all you want,” Trina
said to him as he held her, as he kissed her neck.
    “That’s another bet you’d win,” he said as
he rocked side to side, continued kissing her neck, and wedged his dick between
her cheeks.
    “So what is it that you want?” She asked
this as his lips moved up and began rubbing against the side of her face.
    “You know what I want,” he said, pressing
harder against her, making her feel every inch-by-loving-inch of his
erection.   “You always know what I
want.”  
    “ Oh,
Reno, yes ,” she said, as she felt that heat to the roots of her hair.
    “Okay baby,” Reno said.   “You know the drill.”
    “I know it.”
    “Tell it to me.   What’s the drill?”
    “I get on the bed,” Trina responded,
knowing the drill