Another orgasm builds as he works my body like a pro. Suddenly, my hands fall loose at my sides as he removes the silk tie and then the blindfold. He flips me over, stretching my thighs wide as he climbs over me. Propping himself up on his hands, he hovers over my heaving body. “I want to see your face when I come.” He dips his head, crashing his lips to mine as he guides his erection back inside me. “I love you,” he whispers in my ear as I wrap my legs around his waist.
“I love you too, Ben. So much.”
We kiss and touch and fuck, climbing the ascent together, and nothing has ever felt as right as being connected to this man. Sex has never been this good for me, and he elicits responses from my body I didn’t know I was capable of.
“Come for me, Firefly. I need you to come first,” he demands, pinching my clit hard as he rocks into me. A sheen of sweat rolls down his chest, and his face is flushed. My hair is a mess of tangled knots around my head as I arch my back, preparing for rocket launch. Ben pinches my clit a second time, and I scream as my release hits me full force.
Ben cusses under his breath and then he’s shouting out his release as he comes powerfully. He collapses on the bed beside me, instantly pulling me into his embrace. “I will never get enough of you. Being inside you is like heaven. And watching you come is a thing of beauty.”
I rub his arm, dotting kisses against his clammy chest. “Sex with you is out of this world,” I agree.
“Good.” He grins, leaning over me as he sweeps damp knotty strands of hair out of my face. “Because I’m not finished with you tonight. Not by a long shot.”
I smile as he crawls back over me, feeling his cock hardening again. “Do your worst because I’m nowhere near finished with you either, Ben.”
Those are the last words spoken in a very long time.
40
SIERRA
“People legitimately sign up for this?” Angelo asks as he lies before me on the flattened hospital bed in his room.
I position the last needle in place, gently wiggling it until I feel the resistance under his skin. “Can you feel that?”
“Yes. It’s weird. Like a pulsing pressure.”
I laugh, pulling off my plastic gloves. “That is one of the most powerful points on the body for nausea. That you can feel it is a good thing.” I place my gloves on the counter before dimming the lights. “And to answer your previous question, yes, people willingly sign up for acupuncture. It’s very popular. A lot of my clients are women who either need help with fertility issues or support combatting pregnancy sickness.”
“You think this will work for me?”
“Let’s hope so,” Natalia says, appearing in the doorway.
“Get out,” Angelo hisses, clearly embarrassed to be seen like this.
“Stop with your bitching and whining,” Natalia says, handing me the blanket I asked her to fetch. “And I’m going.” She kisses his clammy brow. “I hope it works. I hate seeing you so sick.”
Since Ben left for the city on Sunday, Angelo’s condition has taken another turn for the worse. He can’t keep anything down, and if this continues, he will need to have a feeding tube inserted. I know he doesn’t want that, so I offered to help.
I’m glad I had the foresight to ask Esme and Pen to pack up my work supplies. Pen ran by the center to collect everything after I emailed the manager my resignation letter. I don’t know if she is suspicious that I resigned without giving notice at the same time her new receptionist disappeared, but I have to trust my dad and Ben cleaned up the mess and she is none the wiser.
Anyway, it’s good I have my things so I can do this for Angelo. Acupuncture can assist with a wide range of conditions, but it’s especially helpful with nausea. I might not like the man much, but I won’t stand by and watch someone suffer when I can do something about it. He is Ben’s father and Rowan’s grandfather after all.
I place the blanket over his body, being careful not to dislodge any of the needles. Lighting the diffuser, I let the exotic scents swirl around the room before pulling up one of my most popular playlists with my clients on my cellphone. The oriental orchestral piece is meant to be soothing and serene to help the patient relax. I find a lot of my clients actually fall asleep during the session, which is always a good sign.
“I’m going to leave you here for thirty to forty minutes,” I tell Angelo, patting his arm as the music starts. “Press the button if you need help, and Ruthie will call me. Empty your mind, close your eyes, and try to relax,” I add, spotting the wariness on his face. I’m not surprised he is doubting the process. He’s old school, no matter how much he spouts about changing with the times. The fact he is willing to try this tells me how badly he wants to avoid the feeding tube.
“I can’t believe you got the old bastard to do that,” Natalia says after we have exited the room and shut the door. I notice she refers to her father as “the old bastard” a lot, even to his face, but it’s said with affection. It’s evident she has a very different relationship with Angelo than Ben.
“I had to coax and distract him a lot,” I admit, as we walk toward the playroom.
“I’ve never had acupuncture,” she says as we step inside Rowan’s domain.
“I can do a session with you before you leave, if you like,” I offer.
Rowan is currently bouncing on one of the trampolines, singing to himself, without a care in the world. Apart from asking when he will see his cousin Romeo again and when his daddy is returning, he seems quite content.
Alesso looks up from his spot on the floor, across the large room, nodding by way of greeting.
“Hi, Mom!” Rowan waves as he bounces on the trampoline, his hair lifting from his head with the motion. “Hi, Auntie Natalia!”
I wave at him, and Natalia blows him a kiss. “Hello, little charmer.”
I grab some waters from the small refrigerator in the room before taking a seat alongside Natalia on the couch. “I would like a session,” Natalia says. “If it’s not too much trouble.”
I snort out a laugh. “Have you not been watching me go slowly insane?”
“You like to keep busy,” she surmises, smiling as she watches Rowan.
“Doesn’t everyone?”
“I envy you,” she says, twisting her head to look at me. Glancing in Alesso’s direction, she lowers her voice so he can’t hear. “You got to choose what you did with your life. And Ben won’t curtail you either. Once this threat is dealt with, he will support you with whatever you wish to do.”
“And your husband doesn’t?”
She runs her tongue along her plump lips. “It’s not that he deliberately stops me from doing what I want to do. It’s more the perception. Mafia wives usually don’t work.”
“I don’t see what the big deal is,” I say, uncapping my water. “Why can’t you work? We’re not living in the Dark Ages.”
“Gino says it’s for protection. A way to keep the wives safe, whereas I believe it’s more about control.”
“Isn’t Ben changing things though?”