Her legs wide open, she was captivated by the way he did her. It had been so long that it had the excitement of a first-time experience. And when he dropped his pants and his briefs, and stepped out of them, and she saw his penis for the first time in four months, her heart began to squeeze. She thought that was over for them. She actually thought that the way he was avoiding her told her that he no longer desired her.
But when he laid on his back, and then pulled her on top of him, and then entered her with a slow, masterful entrance, his actions told her something entirely different. He desired her. There was no doubt about it. He desired her just as much as she desired him.
They made love in a very slow, very rhythmic manner that kept them both on the verge of cumming. No banging or pounding the way they were used to. Just slow, sweet, passionate love.
It was bittersweet for both of them. Reno wished he hadn’t heard that story, and Trina wished she didn’t have to have told it. Because they knew they would never be the same again.
But was that a bad thing? The same for Trina was those blackmailers coming back to double-dip on her, which forced her to relive that horrific part of her past. The same had her in constant fear of exposure.
The same for Reno was that constant fear he had of losing Trina. They had been on the verge of a breakup, or even a divorce, long before that shooting occurred.
The “same” wasn’t so great for either one of them.
A new normal was better. New was better.
And as Reno continued to make love to her with moans and groans that made clear how badly he needed her, and how much they both could be each other’s wonderment, newfeltbetter too.
And then they came.
Trina came first. But she cried out with such joy and relief that Reno came right behind her. They held onto each other with a loving grip as he continued to move inside of her, feeling every ounce of the sensations, as they came.
And when they were depleted, they still couldn’t let go. They laid there, arm in arm, for nearly half an hour longer. No words were spoken. No further explanations were needed. They just enjoyed the peace and the quiet and the beautifulness of being together again.
Until knocks were heard on the door. Reno’s jaw tightened. “It’s not a good time to disturb me!” he yelled out.
“Like I give a fuck,” the voice on the other side of the door yelled back.
Reno and Trina looked at each other. Sal? They both knew it had to be big news if Sal was delivering it. “What’s up?” This time there was more caution in Reno’s voice than anger.
There was a pause from Sal. He undoubtedly didn’t appreciate talking through a closed door like he was the help. But he did it anyway. “We got her,” he said.
And when he said those words, Reno and Trina looked at each other again. A sense that they were finally getting somewhere overtook them both. And they hurriedly got out of bed and scrambled to put their clothes back on.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Reno, Trina, and Sal took Reno’s private elevator to the Bowels: Another name for the basement of the PaLargio.
When they stepped off and made their way down the long corridor, Trina cringed. “It’s always so creepy down here,” she said.
“Then take your ass back upstairs where you belong,” said Sal.
Reno glared at Sal. “Who do you think you’re talking to like that?”
But Sal didn’t back down. “I’m talking to Tree. That’s who I’m talking to. What business she got down here? She’s a lady. This is no place for a lady.”
Of all the men that were in that bedroom four months ago when she told them what happened, Sal was the only one who didn’t tiptoe around Trina. He was the only one who still treated her the exact same way he treated her before he found out about her. And she would always love him for that.
“But you allow your lady to come down here anyway. Nobody can tell your ass a thing. Let you tell it, she has every right to be down here too.”
“She does,” said Reno. “She knows this person. She’ll know when she’s lying. She’ll know what time it is.”
“I still say it’s inappropriate.”
Reno laughed. “Since when did your slick ass become the arbiter of virtue? Since when did our Sal become Sally?”
“I’ll show you Sally,” Sal said. “Keep talking.”
Reno laughed again until they walked up to the heavily guarded room. Then all levity was gone. The guards stepped aside and allowed the bosses and, to their shock,Mrs. Gabrini, inside.
