Page 48 of Mr. Kelly

We groan when our bodies collide. She feels like heaven. Her sweet scent and soft sighs take me to another plane of existence. River is an experience. It’s more than sex. It feels like our souls connect each time we make love. It can’t be this easy, can it? The idea that I’m willing to try again with another so soon after having the love I gave mocked and abused for years is unreal. I tug at the top of her tank until one of her full breasts pops out and suck her sweet nipple into my mouth.

River’s fingers snake their way into my hair, and she pulls it as her head falls back. Her body shakes with her release as she moans my name. With her pussy bearing down, squeezing my dick so thoroughly, I almost come.

“So fucking good, Teddy. It was worth undoing my massage.”

Laughing, I fall back on the bed and roll us to the side so we’re facing each other. Watching her face as she comes is one of my favorite parts. I roll my hips a little since I’m still inside of her.

“That’s how I like to hear my name.”

Sliding my hand down, I resume massaging her hip and thigh as I deliver gentle thrusts. It all feels so different with her.

“Ah, the best of both worlds,” she sighs. Glossy brown eyes find me again. “It’s hard to believe you’re real.”

I run kisses along her throat. “I was thinking the same about you.”

River’s nails trail my back and side as I make love to her. We seem to get lost in each other often lately but not just physically. The more I learn about her, the more I want to be near her.

“You're unreal.” She kisses me. “And mine.”

Her eyes bulge like she didn’t mean to say the last part. It’s okay. I like knowing what she’s thinking. I don’t want her to feel like she can’t tell me what’s on her mind. I trace her lips with my tongue and deliver deeper strokes to discourage her from trying to retract her words. I am hers; I just need to get comfortable with falling again.

River

I miss him already.I feared my declaration last night would have scared him off, but he gave me two more orgasms and held me in his arms for the rest of the night. I know I’m irrevocably in love with him, but I’ll give him time. He doesn’t have to say anything for me to know he cares about me.

He kissed me at least five times before he left for his trip like he didn’t want to leave, but his schedule caught up with us. I’m getting stir crazy in the house by myself, although it’s only been half a day since he left. Andrea is sending one of his men to take me shopping since he's preparing for his wedding. He and Teddy are very protective of me, even though the Surly situation was cleared. I appreciate it. It gives me other things to worry about, like having Teddy’s party ready for his birthday.

I lock the door and stand outside as I watch the black car pull up. I do my best to keep my smile in place when Luciano gets out of the car. I don’t like him. He’s never done anything to me personally, but his vibe is just off to me. He has a sense of humor that I cannot get behind.

“After you, bar girl,” he says as he opens the door.

There it is again. It’s like he’s being condescending, but I can’t quite justify the feeling.

“Thank you, and call me River, please.”

He just stands there like I didn’t speak and waits for me to get in the car. Once I’m in the back seat, I stare at my phone, debating if I should tell Andrea that Luciano makes me uncomfortable, but I don’t want to get him killed. I’ve mentioned it before and have been dealing with Luca since, so a second mention could be dire. I guess Luca has the day off.Do mob guys get the day off?

“Where are we going, princess?”

“Just call me River, please.” I try to repeat it as nicely as possible, but he’s getting on my nerves. With a sigh, I open the door. “Never mind. I don’t feel like going anymore.”

He’s out of the car and in front of me before I take two steps away from the car. I try to move around him, but he stops me.

“I’m sorry. I’m having a bad day.”

I want to believe him, but this isn’t our first encounter. He always comes off as…sleazy.

“It’s fine. I’ll just go back inside.”

“No. I can take you. He’ll kill me if I fuck up again.”

His plea gives me pause. It sounds like something Andrea would do.

“I’ll text him that I don’t feel well, then.”

“Please, River. Just let me take you where you need to go.”

I look at him more thoroughly than I did earlier. His hair isn’t as neat as usual. He is paler than I remember. Maybe he is sick. Deciding it’ll be easier to get this over with, I get back in the back seat with a sigh.

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