Page 15 of What's Left of Us

“Me?” Massimo asks, and it sounds like he’s mocking me. “I don’t need to handle anything for my son who chose to leave the family. You can deal with him on your own, figlio.”

“If you’re being honest and this bastard shows up again at my home, you won’t have to worry about him again. He won’t leave here.”

Massimo laughs. “There’s the son I raised! Do you feel the bloodlust? The rage? Burn in it, Vincenzo. That rage is what makes you strong.”

I grind my teeth together. “Keep your men, all of them, away from here. Unless Xeno brings them with him, I don’t want to see them around here again.”

Throwing my phone across the counter, part of me hopes it’ll break as I round the corner and join Jo again in the living room. She went back to sleep right after her shower yesterday, and I’m worried she’s slipping back into depression. We haven’t lost Alastair again, not yet, but I can see the faith disappearing from her eyes with each passing day. The longer it goes on the more hopeless it feels.

Speaking to Papa destroyed my good mood, but I shove it away when her pretty blue eyes glance up at me. If all I can offer Jo right now is myself, that’s exactly what I’ll give her.

Her nails dig into my shoulders, dragging me in for a kiss. She's been very hot and cold the last few days, and we’re both struggling with how we should feel now that Alastair’s soon to be back in prison.

Focusing on my wife, I let concerns about Massimo and everything else slip away. I grip the back of her head and hold her to me, deepening the kiss, and Jo whines as I drag her on top of me.

“Am I not enough anymore?” I ask, tugging her back from my lips. There’s no hostility in my voice; it’s a genuine question. When we aren’t pressed together anymore I can see her hands, and one rests beside her leg like she was reaching for someone else.

She drops her gaze, letting her forehead rest against mine. Her voice is soft, hurt, when she speaks. “This is us. But not all of us. I can feel the holes again, like when Alastair was violently ripped away the first time. My heart was full of hate back then, but now… now we’re missing two pieces of the four. You and I together are so, so good. But we’re the best with our other half.”

I stroke my hand down her cheek, brushing back her fringe and loosening my hold on the back of her head. “I can feel it too. Like we’re missing parts of ourselves.”

Jo nods, sinking further into me. Her legs open, settling her pussy firmly against me. Even if we’re talking, the feel of her heat makes my cock awaken. She wastes no time kissing me again.

If we don’t have our other pieces, we’ll have to make up for it ourselves.

She reaches for my shirt, and I help her work it off before grabbing the hem of her sundress and pulling it off. She’s not hiding behind all of her layers anymore, and when the dress slips off there isn’t a stitch of clothing beneath.

“You’re the best part of me,” I tell her, and her gaze softens for a moment before she kisses me again. Her fingers are already messing with the pants I wore to bed, and I slide my hands down to tease her clit.

She gasps into my mouth at the same time she frees my cock, and I moan back. Her pussy is already getting wet, and as her hand pumps me I slip a finger inside her.

Jo pulls back, tossing her head as she moans. Her hips follow my movements, her hand tightening on my cock, and she braces her opposite hand on my chest as I slide another finger inside her.

“I may not have three cocks,” I tell her, wrapping my hand around her throat, “but I can still make you see the stars all by myself, Trauma.”

She grins as I fuck her with my hand, hers fisting me hard and fast as she strokes me. We’re not in this for the romance right now; we haven’t had sex since the cabin. This is going to be rough and quick and full of need.

“Please, Husband,” she gasps, and that’s all it takes to have her lining me up with her entrance. With my hand on her throat I push into her, watching the way her eyes roll as I fill her pussy in one strong stroke. The moan that leaves her sounds like fucking heaven.

“As you wish,” I grunt, pounding up into her body. The position reminds me too much of the cabin, though she was facing away from me then. It just pisses me off that the memories won’t go away, and I release her throat to grip her waist. “Hold on.”

Jo yelps when I stand, her weight forcing her down the entire length of my cock. Her moans are louder, her hands coming to dig into the back of my neck as she kisses me.

Snapping my hips forward, I swallow every sound she makes. Jo swirls her hips as I move, making me hit the perfect spot inside her that makes her tremble.

“Yes, there,” she hisses, pulling back to meet my gaze. “Vinny, there, right there-”

Someone pounds on the front door, and all at once I forget about her moans to spin and press her to the wall. My eyes fly to the couch where my gun is, but I could let go of Jo and lunge for it -

“Vinny, Jo!” Sterling calls through the door, banging on it again. “I could hear you from the steps! Open up.”

My eyes meet Jo’s before looking at the windows. We’ve had the curtains closed all afternoon so no one can see us fromthe yard. Licking my lips, I glance back at her. My cock is somehow harder now as she pants. “Sterling’s here.”

Her hooded eyes meet mine, and she swallows. “Let him in.”

I hesitate, because if any of his team members are with him we most certainlydon’twant them catching us like this. I press into her again, making her twitch against the wall. “Unless you want to come in and help us finish, you better wait!”

There’s surprise across Jo’s face, her mouth falling open at my words. I keep my grip tight on her hips, darting my gaze between her and the wall. “Did you just-”

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