Chapter 20 Antonio

Shards of pain shoot from my finger to my elbow, down my spine, and straight to my cock. This is not the time or place, but the possibility of anyone walking in on us while Gemma takes my mind off everything going on outside this room has me ready to slam deep inside of her.

I reach around to grab the back of her neck and pull her close, letting my lips capture hers as she puts her other hand to use. Gemma dips her free hand down my pants, gripping my hardening cock and strokes it into a full erection.

My knees feel weak, and I have to grab the table behind Gemma to steady myself. My tongue dips, swirls, and chases hers as we get lost in the passion sparking between us. I never want to go back to life before this.

It’s not long into the kiss that I pull my pained finger out of Gemma’s hand to slip inside her pants and between her thighs. I close my eyes as the pain and passion shoot off fireworks of lust, nearly forcing my climax to come sooner than I want.

Gemma shimmies her pants down to give me enough room to slide my fingers inside her pussy. She hums like she’s eating her favorite piece of cake as I coax a quick orgasm out of her. Her wetness coats my swollen finger as the pain ricochets across my body.

“I want to slide this dick inside of you so bad,” I grunt out as she continues to stroke me toward my finish.

She squeezes my shaft hard around the base with her nails pressing into the space just above my balls. My breathing hitches as my entire body tenses. Gemma pulses her nails and reaches up to grab the back of my hair, pulling tight enough to yank my head backward.

I slip another finger inside of Gemma. The pain of pushing against my swollen finger has me on the brink of exploding in her hand. Every stroke, push, and pull of our mutual motions fills the room with grunts and groans of gratification.

“Does it hurt the way you like it, Antonio?” she asks with a wicked smile.

“It hurts too good,” I tell her with panting breaths. We find a rhythm which pushes us over the cliff of ecstasy where I can finally release everything I’ve been holding in since this day started.

Gemma’s lips are supple and soft against mine, until she bites down on my lip and I slam my eyes shut with the release. She knows me too well already and I can’t wait to explore the depths of our sexuality.

The sound of the bell chiming above the front door forces us to split apart like two teenagers caught making out. We rush to clean ourselves up and adjust our clothing. It’s just in time as Ronan’s sister, Camilla, is returning to finish out her shift at the clinic.

She pokes her head in the room with an inquisitive glare in her eyes. “Hello. Gemma, right? Are you two, okay?”

Gemma speaks up first, “Hi, Camilla. We’re okay thank you.”

I rub the small of Gemma’s back as I tell Camilla, “And I’m sorry about all of this, too.”

Camilla offers us a slight nod of pity. “Ronan has a way of dragging everyone into his problems.”

I tell her, “Cam, I promise you that this time, Ronan’s not to blame. He was helping me out of a tight spot and I’m sorry that it’s spilling into the clinic. I’ll make sure to keep you out of it.”

She sighs. “It’s okay. It’s not just Ronan, we all bring our baggage here. Are you even a Canella sibling if strange men aren’t waiting here to intimidate you?”

My eyes widen. “There’ve been other men here, Camilla?”

“Oh no, not recently, and nothing to do with Ronan or you or the guys here this morning,” Camilla hurriedly says. “I’m just happy you two are okay. Ignore me. I’ll be in my office if you need anything.”

She walks away before I can ask her for any more information, and Gemma’s voice breaks through my thoughts when she says, “We are bad for business.”

“I agree. I want to make sure Ronan’s sisters are safe, too. I’ll have to talk to him about what she just said, just to be sure no one else from Verducci’s camp has been bothering her.”

“Is that who was waiting for you here? Is that what happened to your finger?” she asks me.

“When I got here, two cops were waiting for Ronan. The good news is they think Frankie is still alive. The bad news is they think he came to see Ronan. I believe I was successful in planting the idea Frankie skipped town and hope that Ronan isn’t hanging around anywhere close.”

“Where would Ronan go?”

The question makes me pause. “Now that I think about it, I should start reaching out to his usual spots. I don’t think he’d go back to Vegas, and Atlantic City is out of the question. He might try Mississippi for a high-stakes poker room. He’s under the impression our mob ties won’t follow him there.”

Gemma scoffs and shakes her head. “He’d be wrong. If he doesn’t clash with a motorcycle club, he’s definitely in Dixie mafia territory.”

“Fuck, I forgot about them.”

She tips her head side to side with a slight roll of her eyes. “A lot of people do.”

“I’ll leave a message for Ronan. He should check his hospital extension and voicemail. Shit, I should check to see if mine is still active. He might have left a message for me there, but he doesn’t know I’ve quit.”

“Once everything is said and done, would you try to get your job back? I’d hate for my situation to be the reason you can’t work in San Francisco anymore.”

I stroke the side of her face gently. “I don’t want to go back there. I told you the director’s holding my past over me and I don’t need anyone like that in a supervisory role. Professional blackmail is no way to live. Speaking of which, was there anything else that came with those pictures? A number to call or anything?”

“Not that I know of. Casper is outside printing my car like he’s on fucking C.S.I. I told him there’s going to be too many to pinpoint who left the envelope, but I learned long ago not to tell my brothers what not to do. I wish we had a little bit more time here, though. The distraction was great, and relieved enough stress and anxiety to help me relax. We could even play with that blood pressure cuff.”

“I don’t want to use clinic materials for our kinks. I do know of a store. It’s a boutique of sorts which can give us a private shopping experience. Nina’s Boutique looks like a very expensive lingerie store, but there’s some items we can look at. It’s not too far from my building, and I think you’d like it.”

“I love shopping, and I’d love it even more if we could finish what we started,” she says with a grin. However, her grin fades when she glances at my finger. “Fuck, it’s getting worse, Antonio. Are you sure you don’t want to bandage it?”

“I’ll wrap it up for you,” I tell her with a wink.

She giggles and shoves me playfully with her eyes dropping down to my crotch. “You’re insatiable, but what if I don’t want you to wrap it up next time?”

“We’re in a clinic and we have a doctor here who can run the panel for us. We’d have to wait a few days if we’re giving blood but there’s a rapid test available, too,” I tell her.

“That works for me,” she agrees and we head out of the exam room.

After we finish giving our samples to Camilla, we head outside where Casper is still hovering around Gemma’s car. We approach him as he holds a mini flashlight in his mouth and a look of frustration on his face.

Gemma doesn’t wait to laugh at her older brother as she pokes him in the shoulder. “I told you it was filthy and there would be a million prints to sort through.”

Casper groans, “I figured out a better way to get what I need. If this is the same guy from the garage and your bedroom, I’ll work with the security company today to get prints from your apartment.”

“He wasn’t inside my apartment,” Gemma says.

Casper and I share a glance, and I shake my head for him not to say what we’re both thinking.

Gemma catches it though, clicking her teeth, and folding her arms across her chest. “Just say it.”

“Gem,” I say her name softly, “he was probably inside, and you just don’t know it.”

Casper interjects. “Don’t worry. Everything will be fine after I get done here. I can compare the stuff I got and use my actual tools at your place to get something definitive. By the time I’m done, you and Natalie will be safe to move back in. Take care of her, Antonio. And don’t give him too hard of a time, Gem.”

Casper walks away. Gemma and I split up to meet back at my place. Once we’re inside my condo, I experience a wave of relief and slight exhaustion as I make us lunch. Fucking, food, and the events of this day have us passing out on the sofa with the TV watching us as we sleep.