Page 21 of Loyalties & Longings

“Yes, very good.” Dad gives an approving nod. “So, these are our terms of the agreement if they decide to go forward,” he says, turning his focus back on Blaze.

“Got it,” Blaze replies, his eyes running up and down my body.

Dad brings his hand down on Blaze’s shoulder. “Blaze, I need all of your focus on this meeting tonight. We can’t lose these guys. If they agree, we’ll not only have our fingers in the pieof the next city over, we’ll have an alliance with the Russians countrywide.”

“Yeah, I got it, Enzo. I promise I won’t let you down. We’re gonna land this,” Blaze replies confidently.

“Good, you seal this one, and you may be moving up. Massimo is getting a little old to be running around, doing all my second-in-charge stuff anymore. Having been beaten up at the club is even more proof I need someone new, stronger, and younger. The competition is only getting smarter and shiftier.”

I grab my cell and a small clutch bag, hoping it makes me look more sophisticated than my crossbody bag. “I’m ready when you are.”

“Good, let’s go and make us a deal then,” Blaze says, offering his arm to me. We exit the house, Dad following close behind us onto the front porch.

“Have a good night, Dad… just relax.” I wave goodbye as Blaze opens the passenger door of his hired truck and helps me climb into the cabin.

Our meeting is at one of the nicer Italian restaurants in town. I’m a little nervous because I don’t know what I’m walking into or what to expect. Thanks to Dad’s little pep talk and the horrible traffic, we arrive about ten minutes late. Not an ideal start to brokering a deal.

Blaze walks me over to our table, leading me by the hand, oozing a special kind of confidence only he can pull off. His hand is warm and gentle, while mine are a little clammy and stiff.

The two gentlemen stand to greet us, but their partners stay seated, quietly chatting to each other. After hands are shaken and introductions are made, we take our seats. That’s when I notice the big briefcases by their seats. My back goes ramrod straight. These guys are full-blown, serious-as-a-heart-attack arms dealers.

I’ve heard how hair-trigger Russians can be, and a feelingthat something will go wrong grows in the pit of my stomach, like they’ll reach into their briefcases and shoot the place down after killing Blaze and me. My adrenaline is pumping now at the thought, and I begin having a mini panic attack. Blaze notices. He places a hand on my knee under the table and gives me a reassuring glance.

After ordering a beef salad, I try to keep my mouth closed and my eyes and ears open. I survey the occupants of the restaurant, trying to seem uninterested in their conversation while still taking in everything they are saying. Scanning back over the patrons enjoying their meals, I notice there’s a guy on the other side of the room who looks like Massimo looking in our direction.

I jump back to reality when Blaze places his hand on my leg under the table again, bringing my body back to the conversation. He must have sensed I’m still on edge. The men continue talking about what it’d mean for them if they got their supply solely from my father, Blaze explaining what Dad expects of them. It’s all said in codes, using words like G&A and lettuce, so anyone who overhears them will think they’re discussing the menu. I lose focus on their conversation, distracted and wondering why Massimo would be here. Maybe Dad sent him to be Blaze’s backup should he need it. Moving my eyes over to where I thought I saw Massimo before, there’s now an elderly couple sitting there, eating their meal.

I seriously think I’m losing my mind.

Blaze’s big, warm hand on my thigh is calming and a touch exciting. If only he knew I wasn’t wearing any panties. I bite down on my lip at the thought.

The mob wives excuse themselves to go to the bathroom, and I prepare to do the same if only to catch my breath. Before I get a chance to say anything, my breath leaves me all at once.

Blaze moves his hand up my leg to between my thighs. Hemoves his little finger ever so slightly, feeling for the barrier of underwear. When he doesn’t feel anything, he shoots me a quick smile before turning his attention back to the two men in front of us.

He shifts his hand and starts to gently run his finger over my crease, slowly separating me a little so he can rub gentle circles directly over my clit. It feels so good, and I get a rush from the danger of doing this right across from two guys who are probably packing heat and ready to shoot us at the slightest disagreement.

I wrap my arms around the one of his reaching between my legs, resting my head on his shoulder. An onlooker might think I’m giving him a possessive or loving hug. I tip my hips back in my seat, giving him more access and not caring if I look possessive. If he keeps doing me like this, I’ll absolutely become just that. He’ll be all mine.

He starts to rub me with more pressure, swirling my clit with his finger, making me crave more of his touch. I give his arm a little squeeze, indicating he is playing me the right way. He traces his finger down to my opening and back up, and the fire pooling in my core becomes needy.

I involuntarily rock my hips up and down, ever so slightly, encouraging him. I’m now moist and ready for him as his finger slides down to my opening again. My nostrils flare, and I suck my lips in, trying not to make a noise when he slips a finger into me. Pulling it out, he switches and uses a different finger to probe me, wetting another digit. He brings them both up, gently pinching my clit with his two wet fingers.

Oh my God.

It feels so good, him rubbing my wetness into me, using it as my personal lube. His fingers slide down yet again, and this time, he glides both fingers in, stretching me open as the partners return from the bathroom. I give them a tight smile, trying to hold my shit together.

Holding his palm firmly against my nerve center, he starts to slowly pump his fingers in and out of me, all while he explains to the men that it’d be beneficial for them to join forces with my dad, and he’ll be able to provide them with twice as much G&A as any of the other groups combined. I personally think they were sold before he said that—it’s just the idea of working with someone as big as Lorenzo Morelli that has most people drooling at what it would mean for their businesses and wallets.

The two men talk quietly between themselves, making out that it’s even worthnotaccepting, and Blaze picks up the tempo inside me. He turns to face me, momentarily pausing his assault on my pussy. They think he is giving them some privacy, but I’m almost certain he wants to see how painful it is for me to hold a straight face.

“You good?” he whispers.

Blaze is so messed up and dangerous, yet it only makes me wetter thinking of the consequences if anyone in the restaurant realizes what he is doing to me. I nod as the men turn back to Blaze and discuss a little more about thelettuce. Blaze swiftly returns his two hot fingers to my pussy, keeping a steady rhythm and circling my clit once again.

Feeling the build-up starting low with tingling in my toes, I try to keep my breathing steady. Just before my orgasm hits, I dig my fingernails into Blaze’s arm. On cue, he tells a joke, “A kid comes up to me today and says, ‘I bought this silencer for my gun, but I don’t think it works. My victims still scream.’”

The pretty lame joke has everyone in hysterics. It gives me the opportunity to drop my head, looking like I’m laughing as well. In actuality, I’m hiding behind a curtain of my hair as my body convulses in small undulations under his fingers. When the laughter dies down, I lift my head, feeling a little flushed.

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