Gio (Steel Demons MC #6)

Chapter 23

Harper

“A re you sure you’re okay?” I posed the question to Gio about halfway through the political fundraiser because he’d been acting strange since he picked me up from the hotel yesterday afternoon.

He nodded but his jaw was clenched tight as his gaze scanned the room. “I’m fine, Harp.”

“You’re not, but tell me to mind my fucking business,” I whispered. “Don’t lie to me. Don’t ever lie to me.” I walked away, angry and hurt because it was like a switch had been flipped and suddenly, he was distant and aloof.

I guess my three days are up too.

“Ms. Davis, may I have a moment of your time?”

I turned with a professional smile for Marla Washington, the chief of staff for Senator Merchant. “Mrs. Washington, how may I help you?” She looked more like a political mover in D.C. than in Las Vegas with her long silver braids twisted into an intricate bun, her wine-colored dress a perfect contrast to her smooth brown skin.

“This event has been wonderful, and we’ve already exceeded our fundraising goal for the night.”

“That’s great. Congratulations!”

“Thanks to you. The Senator is quite pleased with this event, and he would like you to handle another fundraiser, but this one will be more intimate. It’s a high dollar dinner fundraiser meant only for the movers and shakers, you understand?”

I nodded. This event would be filled with the richest, most influential people in the state, possibly the country. At least the ones who had financial interests in this city. “I understand completely.”

“Good. Here’s my card, give me a call in the next few days and I’ll get you all the details.” She handed me a heavy business card with fancy raised lettering and walked away.

Holy shit. Another job! I was beyond excited, but it was quickly tempered by two thoughts. The first was that I’d be staying in Vegas even longer and the second was that it might be without Gio, at least without the Gio I’d gotten to know.

And fallen for.

My gaze landed on him instantly, sitting at a table where an older woman draped in jewels talked his ear off. God he was so handsome it took my breath away and it hurt that he wouldn’t share what was bothering him. Still, I played the role of the dutiful girlfriend and rescued him.

“Me and my friends own several businesses in Steel City,” he shared with the woman.

I wondered how she’d react to him because even in his suit, his tattoos and bad boy appeal couldn’t be hidden. “That’s wonderful,” she shouted over the noise of the crowd. “It’s important for young people to invest in their community.”

His lips twitched. “I couldn’t agree more, Agnes. It’s important to have pride in where you live.”

Her smile lit even brighter. “Exactly my sentiment. Give me a call, my company is always looking for ways to invest in the metro area.”

Shock was written all over his face. “Sure thing, Agnes. Make sure you be careful out there on the dance floor.”

She stopped and arched a brow at him. “You think I can’t handle myself?”

He laughed. “I don’t think they can handle you, Agnes.”

She laughed and pointed at Gio. “It was nice meeting you Gio.” She gave me a polite smile as she sauntered off towards a group of older men.

“Making friends everywhere you go?”

He shrugged. “Something like that.”

I could get lost in that smile, I thought to myself before I wiped it from my mind. “Glad to see you’re having fun.”

He noticed my shift in attitude and jumped from his seat, closing the gap between us until I was wrapped in his arms. “I’m sorry, Harp.”

“Don’t be.” I squirmed to get out of his arms, but he held me tighter. “Look Gio, I get it. Our time is up and because of our history and the fact that you’re keeping me safe makes this awkward. It doesn’t have to be.”

“That’s bullshit.”

My eyes widened. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I let out a bitter laugh at that. “Yeah, because you just went silent and refused to talk about it.”

“I know and I’m sorry.”

He let me go after that, and I spent the next couple of hours wondering what the fuck had happened. Was he sorry for unceremoniously dropping me? Sorry for giving me the silent treatment? Or was he sorry for something else he’d done?

***

The moment the fundraiser was over and I was free to leave, he took me home. We drove back in silence, once we were in his house I couldn’t stand it any longer, “Talk to me Gio, what’s wrong?”

He was silent for a moment and then said, “Yesterday we had a meeting with the Blood Reapers. It didn’t go well, and I haven’t been able to shake it yet. I didn’t want to get in your head before your event, that’s all.”

“Wait.” I shook my head as I tried to process his words. “You kept this to yourself because you didn’t want me to… Gio,” I sighed. “That was wildly misguided but incredibly sweet.”

“That’s me,” he grinned, his voice pitched in a seductive tone as he pulled me closer. “Wildly misguided. Incredibly sweet. And really fucking turned on.” His lips found my shoulder first, kissing up to my neck and around my throat. The kisses were soft and intoxicating. Possessive.

They consumed me. My hands had a mind of their own as they danced across his body, removing his clothes piece by piece. We were hungry for each other, and in that moment me and Gio together were the only people who mattered. “Gio,” I moaned.

“Right. Here.” He licked his lips as his gaze raked over my body. “Right fucking here.” He laid me down on the sofa and kissed every inch of my body until I trembled.

“Please, Gio.” His shoulders spread my thighs wide, and his hands gripped them to hold them back while his tongue flicked against my clit. It was nothing but pure clitoral stimulation and within seconds I was on the edge of carnal bliss. “Gio,” I warned.

His response to was lock my clit between his teeth, sucking while his tongue rubbed the tip back and forth with ever increasing pressure. He moaned and the tension within my body snapped. I came hard and fast, hands fisted in his hair while I ground against him until my limbs relaxed.

“More, Gio. Need you now.” I was hungry for him. Needy and greedy to have his cock fill me up.

He growled and gave me exactly what I asked for, every long, hard inch of him. He stretched me deliciously, his thickness scraped against every wall, every free space within me. “Harper,” he groaned. “So fucking good.”

My lids fluttered shut as his presence washed over me and slid deep, filling me until I was so full I could hardly breathe. It was beautifully spectacular. I had no words, only sensations as he filled me up and made me feel better than anyone ever had. “Gio.”

He flipped me onto my side, so we were back to chest, his cock long and thick as it slowly invaded my body in long, deep, punishing strokes. “Fuck baby, you feel so good. Too good.” His fingertips dug into my hips as he fucked me harder and deeper, making me feel lost in whatever this was. “Harp.”

His hips moved faster, and I met him inch for tantalizing inch until he was buried so deep that I couldn’t tell where he ended, and I began. So deep that I didn’t give a damn where we ended or began. It was crazy, intoxicating and all-consuming. I couldn’t push away or pull back. I didn’t want to. “Gio, oh fuck.”

He growled his pleasure, filled me completely and then let loose, emptying himself into me as if this really was forever and not just temporary. “Harp. I’m never gonna get enough of you.”

His words hit me in that spot I thought long dormant, and I let myself smile and absorb those words. Never. Enough. It was what I always wanted but never let myself truly want for real. “Don’t,” I purred. “There’s enough of me to go around.”

With another groan, he filled me perfectly and made me long for things I’d long since given up, things I thought were out of reach. Things like Gio.

And love.

I was barely finished shaking from my orgasm when he was on top of me, his cock hard again, as it rubbed over my so sensitive clit. I moaned as he slipped inside of my body and pushed deep, filling me completely. “Harp, fuck.” That visceral sound hit my body in all the right places, making me shake and shiver until he was buried deep. “So, so good.”

I smiled and wrapped my legs around his waist, pushing my hips up to meet him stroke for stroke. “Yes!”

He palmed my breasts and pounded into me, hard and deep. It was so good that my bones melted, and my skin became a torch with every stroke. It was an all-consuming sensation that I leaned into and gripped him tighter. “Harp.”

His mouth tugged into an anguished grin before he pumped deeper. Harder. Faster. “Yes, Gio. Give it to me. Give it all to me.”

His jaw clenched and he fucked me exactly the way I needed, hard and fast, pounding until sweat slicked both of our bodies. Until my hips ached from matching his every stroke and my throat is sore from screaming my pleasure. “Let go, Harp. Come all over my cock, baby.”

His dirty words struck me and before I knew what was happening, my body tensed and then exploded in pleasure. His name fell from my lips on a throaty cry, over and over as he pounded until me until I was full of pleasure and his seed. “Gio!”

He grunted and groaned, kissed my collarbone. “I love the sound of my name on your lips. Not sure I’ll ever tire of hearing that sound.”

My fingertips danced along his jawline. “I think we should test out that theory,” I teased as he collapsed on top of me.

“Challenge accepted,” he grinned. As soon as Gio caught his breath he grabbed me in his arms, carried me upstairs and we started all over again.

And again,

And again.

It was an exhausting sort of satisfaction, and I fell asleep with a smile on my face and his chest pressed against my cheek. It was peaceful all around.

Until the sound of broken glass woke me from a deep sleep.