Sinful Secrets (Savannah Sharks Hockey and Mafia #2)

Chapter 22

Chapter Twenty-Two

SPENCER

The guys throw their dishes in the sink as I throw empty bottles of beer in the trash can. Savannah and Francesca straighten up the couch cushions and fold the twister mat before putting it back in its box.

Knox heads toward the front door. “Sorry for leaving your place a mess.”

I wave him off. “That’s not a problem. It won’t take long to clean up the rest.”

I’ll have to put up the food and throw the dishes in the dishwasher, but that’s pretty much it.

Gage glances around the living room. “Do you need help moving your furniture back into their correct spots?”

“No, I’ll leave it like this for now. I actually like how open it feels, and all I had to do was turn the couch so the back is along the balcony windows.”

“But you can’t watch the television.” He points to the entertainment stand.

I shrug. “I rarely watch it, anyway.”

That’s not going to be a deciding factor on how I leave my couch. I’m rarely home long enough to watch anything, and if I do have free time, I want to spend it with Savannah.

The guys linger at the front door as Francesca and Savannah whisper to one another.

Joey nods toward the women. “At least they are getting along. It will be nice for them to have someone to talk to and hang out with while we are gone. As long as you are one hundred percent sure Savannah isn’t just after your money or the publicity.”

I know what he’s implying. As long as she’s not working for the feds and gathering information on his family.

I shake my head. “She’s not. She’s honestly one of the best women I’ve known.”

And I mean that in more than the literal sense.

Chase asks, “How are they going to hang out when Savannah has school and Francesca has a job working for the Sharks?”

Rhett chimes in. “School and work don’t take up the entire twenty-four hours of the day, dumbass.”

He shoves at Rhett. “I never said it did, dick.”

Interrupting their conversation, I say, “Whatever. Are you guys going to leave so I have at least a few hours with my girl before I have to pack?”

Chase presses his hand against his chest and pretends to be offended. “Are you kicking us out? After everything we’ve been through together?”

“Hell yeah I am. I want to be alone with my girl, and if you guys had a girl, maybe you would want to be with them more.”

We are going to be gone for almost a week. That’s almost a week of not seeing Savannah. A week of not touching her tempting body, not kissing her plump lips, and not feeling her wrap herself around me.

Chase scoffs. “I’ll have you know I’ve got plenty of options.”

I open the front door and gesture to the hallway. “Good, then call one of them, because you’ve overstayed your welcome.”

“Fine. Thanks for the party. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He gives me a smile and a nod before disappearing down the hallway.

Knox, Gage, and Joey say their goodbyes and follow Chase. I close the door and sigh. “Damn, that was exhausting. Next time, it’s only going to be the four of us.”

Rhett leans against the door and points to Savannah and Francesca. “What do you think they are talking about? They’ve been inseparable since twister.”

I shrug and gaze at the women. “Honestly, I have no clue. It can’t be anything we don’t know about, can it?”

Rhett thinks for a moment. “Maybe it’s about fashion, makeup, or reality shows? Didn’t you say Savannah is studying fashion? Francesca loves fashion.”

“Yeah, that is a possibility, because I pretend like I know about her designs, but I’m completely clueless. Savannah must know that I’m not very knowledgeable when it comes to fashion.”

“I’ll get it out of Francesca tonight and let you know tomorrow on the plane if you still don’t know what they talked about.”

Do I even want to know? Savannah deserves her privacy. I trust her, and I trust Francesca.

“At least Savannah has someone to help her adjust to the mafia lifestyle. Someone to let her know what’s expected of her.”

I narrow my gaze at him. “Are you saying I’m not good enough?”

Rhett chuckles. “You’re damn straight I am. The lifestyle is completely different for women.”

“Maybe it’s different for Francesca because she’s the mafia princess, but Savannah isn’t part of the family. Nor is she dating the heir to the mafia empire.”

“I get your point, but according to Chessie, there will be certain things expected of her.”

“Like what?”

“Well, if things get more serious with you and her, she will be expected to produce an heir. One who will work for the family as he gets older. Someone who will have responsibilities in the organization.”

I frown.

Can I expect this from Savannah? Can I doom my children to a life full of organized crime?

Why wasn’t I informed of this before I joined the ranks?

Rhett must see the anger and confusion on my face. “Look, I know it sounds bad, but it really isn’t. All our kids will probably be best friends. They will grow up in this lifestyle, like Joey did. They will want to be a part of this.”

“And what if they don’t?”

“Well, I don’t know, but I’m sure that can be figured out later. It’s not like you and Savannah are married and looking at having children in the near future. Don’t worry about it.”

I take several deep breaths. I’ll deal with this tomorrow on the plane.

“Yeah, there’s no point in letting my anger ruin my night.”

But at some point, I’ll have to tell Savannah. I’ll have to give her the option of walking away. From me. From our future. From the mafia life.

Savannah and Francesca hug one another before walking over to us.

Savannah presses against my side. “Thank you for letting me monopolize Francesca’s time tonight.”

Rhett glances at me before turning his attention to Savannah. “Uh, no problem.”

Francesca wraps her arms around me and Savannah in a hug. “Thanks for the party. I had a blast. Enjoy the rest of your night.”

She shares a look with Savannah before laughing and walking over to Rhett.

Rhett wraps his arm protectively around her waist. “I’ll see you in the morning, and we can continue our conversation.”

I give him a nod.

We will definitely be continuing this conversation. Along with Joey.

They open the door and close it behind them, leaving me and Savannah alone.

About damn time. My dick bobs in my pants, eager for some action.

I push Savannah against the closed door, pressing my body against hers. “Now that they are gone, I’d like to spend some time alone with my girlfriend before I have to leave for five days.”

She giggles as her hips roll against mine. “We have all night, but first, we need to clean up. I don’t want to worry about that when we are sweaty, exhausted, and can barely move.”

Shaking my head, I say, “No. First, we need to do this.”

I wrap my arm around her waist and press my lips against hers. Her back arches as my tongue delves into her warm mouth.

She tastes so sweet, like the sweetest syrup in the world. It’s addicting and I know I’ll never get enough.

“More,” she says with a moan.

Her tongue duels with mine as if I’m the elixir of life. Her fingers claw at my shirt and her leg wraps around mine, pulling me closer.

“I thought you wanted to clean first.” I suck her lip between my teeth and gently bite down.

Her moans fill the air around us. “I changed my mind. I want this more.”

She slams her lips against mine and snakes her hands up the front of my shirt. Her fingers trail down my muscles as she thrusts her tongue against mine.

I groan and pull away from her, breathing heavy.

“Come on. The sooner we clean up, the sooner we can continue this.”

We head to the kitchen and put up the fruit and vegetable trays.

“You seemed to really hit it off with Francesca.”

Her face blushes. “Yeah, she’s really great. It’s nice to have another woman around to talk about all this with.”

“Where’d you two disappear to?” I dump the chips back into their bags and load up the dishwasher.

She props her hands on her hips. “What?”

“When the guys and I were putting the air hockey table together, you two disappeared for a while.”

“Oh. That.” She glances away. “We were having some girl talk away from the guy’s ears.”

“Uh, huh.”

Her face blushes more, turning a dark red. It’s clear she’s hiding something, but I’m not going to push her to tell me. She’ll clue me in when she’s ready.

“Well, there is something I want to show you, but can you give me a few minutes alone in your room?”

“Sure. Take your time. I’ll finish cleaning. Just let me know when you’re ready for me.”

She wraps her arms around my neck and presses her lips to my jaw. “I’m always ready for you.”

She skips away from me with a grin on her face.

I quickly finish cleaning the kitchen and dim the lights before walking over to the couch. Curiosity leaves my head spinning and wondering what she is doing in the bedroom. I have to resist barging into my room.

She’s excited to surprise me with something, and I refuse to ruin the surprise she worked so hard to plan.

Her voice shakes as she calls out. “Okay, I’m ready. You can come in here now.”

My legs propel me toward my bedroom as my heart races. With each step forward, my dick hardens to impressive lengths.

I push my bedroom door open, surprised that it’s nearly pitch black inside. The two end tables are lit up with candles. My cover and pillows have been removed and in their place is Savannah.

Moisture gathers on the tip of my cock as my gaze takes its fill of her.

One of my black ties is wrapped around the headboard, and she’s using another as a blindfold. Her fingers tighten around the metal bars of my headboard and her chest rises rapidly.

She must be nervous.

Her petite body is covered in the sexiest lace lingerie I have ever seen.

Unlike the satin black ties, her lingerie is blood red. And lace. It forms to her every curve and cradles her breasts like it was custom made for her. The thin straps at her hips draw me in like a moth to a flame.

The thin strap of lace disappears between her thighs, leaving me wanting to beg to see more.

Damn, this is like a wet dream come true.

I’m frozen in my spot, unable to move. I’m like a dog at the end of his chain salivating over the steak he wants.

She turns her head to the side and whispers, “A-a-are you in here, Spencer?”

I clear my throat and chuckle. “I’m here. I think my brain malfunctioned.”

Walking over to the foot of my bed, I kick off my shoes and socks and pull off my shirt and shorts.

My gaze locks onto the tie lightly wrapped around her wrists. “Are you sure you want to be tied up?”

I wouldn’t do anything without her consent, but to have total control over her makes me want to come in my pants.

“Y-y-yes. I want to start out slow, though. I want to be tied up and unable to move. I want you to spank my ass and pull my hair. I just want to feel .”

Damn, this woman is going to be the death of me, but what a way to go.

I wrap my hand around the base of my cock and grip it tight to keep from coming. I refuse to ruin this moment. For her and for me.

“And you’re sure?” My voice sounds weird. It’s husky and deep and full of lust.

“Yes, I’m sure.” Her voice is confident and strong, like she knows without a doubt this is what she wants.

After tying her hands to the headboard, I climb on the bed and take control, needing to taste her sweet nectar. Needing to feel her writhe under me. Needing to consume her in ways no other man has ever before.

Settling at the end of the bed, I part her legs and drape them over my shoulders. I breathe in her sweet scent, groaning as her arousal drips from her tight cunt.

“If you are ever feeling uncomfortable, wanting me to stop doing whatever I’m doing, or you just need a moment to collect your thoughts, tell me to stop and I will. No questions asked.”

She shakes her head and says, “Why are you acting so serious right now? What are you planning on doing to me?”

“I won’t do anything I haven’t done before with you. In fact, why don’t we play our game?”

She groans. “Right now?”

“Yes. You tell me what you want, and I’ll do it. Without being able to see me, your other senses will be heightened.”

I lean closer to her, letting my warm breath tease her pussy. “Once you are comfortable being blindfolded and restrained, then I’ll fuck your perfect little cunt until you cream all over my cock.”

“Oh, God.” Her legs tense around my head for a few moments before she settles back against my mattress and lets out a deep breath. “I want you to slowly lick my pussy and gently tease my clit.”

I don’t know who this is going to torture more- her or me.

My tongue snakes out and slowly laps at her arousal before moving up to tease her clit. Her moans are music to my ears, and the way her legs tighten around my head only encourages me to bring her more pleasure than ever before.

My fingers gather her juices and tease her entrance as my tongue circles her clit. Her hips roll as she grinds her pussy on my face. I push my fingers deeper inside her channel.

Her walls clamp down on my fingers as she moans through her first orgasm. My balls tighten as my need grows.

“Fuck me, Spencer. Please, God, just fuck me.” She pulls at the headboard, trying to free her hands. “I want you to fuck me, Spencer.”

I push off my boxer briefs before settling my cock at her entrance. She rocks her hips and coats my cock with her juices.

“So help me God, Spencer, if you don’t fuck me, I’ll do it myself.”

“Oh yeah? How do you think you can do that while being tied up?”

Her back arches, pushing her nipples closer to my face as she wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me closer to her. My cock easily slides through her juices, trapping me inside her sweet cunt as her walls grip my shaft.

“Fuck, baby, your pussy is so tight.”

I pull out before slowly thrusting back in, enjoying the feel of her without a barrier between us.

It’s as close to heaven as I can get.

“Harder Spencer. I need to come again.”

She moans as I thrust faster, my own need and desire driving my hips into hers.

“Fuck, Savannah, you feel so good. I love fucking you like this, feeling your pussy tremble in need. Do you love me fucking you bare?”

“I-I-I…”

“You what?” I growl out as I pound into her pussy. Using my thumb, I circle her clit, needing her to come again before I do.

Her head thrashes from side to side as she screams out, “I love you fucking me bare. I need to feel you coming in my pussy.”

Her walls clamp down around my shaft as her orgasm crashes into her.

The thought of coming in her sets me off. My balls tighten and my cock pulses as spurt after spurt flows into her warm cunt.

God, I could come inside her for the rest of my life.

Her pussy trembles from the aftershocks as I pull out of her. Making my way into the bathroom, I wet a washcloth with warm water and clean up our combined juices. I throw the washcloth in the washer and grab my cover.

Savannah’s arms are limp by her head, so I untie the tie and remove the blindfold before pressing my lips to hers.

She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me back.

After a few lazy moments, I climb into bed and cover both of us. “Get some rest because there’s going to be a lot more tonight.”

Her head rests on my chest as her hand runs down my stomach to rest on my already hardening cock.

“How are you almost already ready to go again?”

“Because you tempt me, excite me, and make me dream of our future together. No other man will fuck you, Savannah. You’re mine now and forever.”

She stares at me and nods. “Only if you are mine and mine alone, too.”

I roll on top of her and kiss her slowly, trying to pour my love into her. She opens her legs and lets me in. Neither one of us is in a rush this time.

We have the rest of our lives.