Marry Me Mafia

Mile High Club

To Renee, preparing for the trip to New York felt more like preparing to go after a Class A felon on a 6-figure bond. Nico gave her folders with full backgrounds on every other capo and under boss they would likely come into contact with. There were financials, rap sheets, photos, family trees, and God knows how many mistresses and photos of them she had to remember as well. Unfortunately, Renee had let her carry permit lapse in the state of New York by 2 months, so she would have to rely on a selection of non-lethals. Of course, Nico gave exactly zero f***s about legality when it came to weapons and security. He had made certain his security team were all armed: Glock 17, 19, and AR-15s all armed with 5.57 rounds. Nico himself carried a Glock 19, modified and a 9mm Springfield XDS. They drove to Louis Armstrong International and into the gate reserved for private flights. Their luggage wasn't inspected, just carefully stored. They had said goodbye at the house. Hannah and Ava cried, and hugged Renee's legs. She gave them Bug on her leash and told the two girls that they were going to take care of her while she and Nico were gone. The faces of the twins looked resolute. They had an important job, and they took it seriously. "We will be back in a few days, I promise," Nico said, kissing their heads in turn. He shook Antonio's hand and hugged Maria. "I'll call as soon as we land."

Renee was still reading Nico's folders on the plane. She had decided on wearing something comfortable for the 3-hour flight; cream linen shorts, with a matching linen button down and a plum silk camisole beneath. It was 2 hours into the flight, and Nico looked at her over the glass of Blue label Johnny Walker, "Relax. Everything will be fine. The security team is handling our arrival. The Waldorf has the best security, and we are in the Presidential suite. Everything is going to be fine," Renee looked over at Nico. He looked like a GQ cover model sitting there in his 4-piece midnight blue Italian suit. That smug look of superiority on his face made him even sexier. Renee rolled her eyes, "Well, I prefer to be prepared." Nico knocked back the remaining bourbon and walked over to Renee, seated on the sofa with the folders spread out beside her. "Bella," he leaned over breathing in her ear, "It's just a few meetings, and maybe a banquet. No one is going to war, yet." Renee put her arms on his shoulders and tilted her chin up to gaze into his beautiful dark eyes. "Sure, and the Alamo was an HOA dispute." The corner of Nico's mouth curled for a second. "Babe, I do love your sense of humor." Renee smiled, "Is that all you love about me?" Nico's head c****d to the side ever so slightly, as if he were thinking about his answer. "Well, let's see," he pulled her up into his arms. "You have beautiful eyes," he leaned down and kissed her eyelids, so softly. Renee's breath hitched as his hands roamed her back and hips. "You drive like a demon," Renee smiled, and he continued, "You are strong in so many ways, baby, and I don't want you to have to be." Nico's breath was heavy and drawn. His eyes turned serious and his expression dark. God, he wanted her sprawled on the floor of the plane, legs wide as he roamed her body, tasting her. He wanted to know what sounds she made when he pushed himself inside of her. Would she moan his name, how would she breathe? Would she wrap her legs around him as he ate her out? "I want to be the only thing between you and the world," he whispered in the shell of her ear. "You don't need to be strong all the time, Renee." She looked into those eyes and knew she was lost. His eyes promised so much he wouldn't say out loud. She could see love, respect, protection, worship and, somewhere in the depths, a sense of awe. She didn't know she was crying, those big fat tears were just rolling down her cheeks as his words made her crack. Nico's fingers brushed the tears from her cheeks and brought them to his lips, tasting the salt. "What are the tears for baby?" Renee twisted away from his embrace. "I've always been the one to take care of myself and everyone around me. I'm scared of having someone else take control." Nico pulled her into his chest and held her firmly, "I don't want to take control, baby. I want to give you support." He pressed his lips to her temple, "There is only so much you can do by yourself, is having backup that bad?" Renee took a deep breath; she could smell him. It was warm; the bourbon on his breath along with the smell of sandalwood, vanilla, spices and cedar. She could have drowned in the smell of him at that moment and been happy to die. When she opened her eyes, she could see the naked piece of tanned skin where his shirt met his throat and his Adams's apple bobbed once. Renee took a deep breath, leaned in and slowly licked his throat. Nico froze for half a heartbeat. God, her tongue! Nico's head tipped back, biting his lip for a moment, then a smile played on his face, before he turned back to Renee, and captured her lips in a searing kiss. "Jesu..." was all she could get out. He was devouring her. His lips were so soft, his mouth demanding hers, pulling her into him until it felt like he had completely taken her body into his own with that kiss. Nico wanted more, and God he could feel she was going to give it to him. Renee needed air, but she needed him more. His tongue was so hot as he plunged into her mouth she felt like she was burning alive. She answered with her own hunger, God how she wanted him. His hands were in her hair, sliding down her back; into the back of her shorts until he was kneading her ass. Renee broke the kiss, gasping for air, her forehead resting on his. She licked her lips greedily. Her hands were pulling his jacket off, then the buttons on his vest scattered, his shirt. She wanted to taste his golden skin, and feel those beautiful muscles coil beneath her hands. Nico let her pull out of the kiss, and when he looked at her, she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Her hair was messy, her lips swollen, her shorts had been unbuttoned and were hanging low, exposing her white lace thong. She looked like she had been thoroughly wrung out. Her hands were tearing at his clothes, her mouth landed hot on any piece of exposed skin she found. Nico grunted as her teeth grazed his hip, "Bella, you're going to kill me," he whispered. He reached and pulled her shorts down, exposing her lace thong. Nico hauled her up to his chest, her legs wrapped around his waist. Renee shifted her hips, feeling him pressing against her, 'God, he is big.' she thought. She was so wet at that moment, it wouldn't have mattered. "Please," Renee breathed into his mouth, kissing him again. Her mouth softened as she tasted him more gently than the first. The bourbon on his breath made her more hungry. "Nico," she whispered, her breathing ragged, "Please?" she begged. He laid her down onto the sofa, reverently, as if she would shatter like glass. Nico was on his knees for this incredible woman. He slid his hands up her waist, pushing the silk up as he went. His lips and tongue; tracing invisible patterns into her skin. His head dipped between her legs, he breathed the deep smell of her in: her body's musk, rich spices, and the citrus body wash she always used. His tongue lapped at her through the lace, as his fingers played beneath the lace. Renee's face was tight, she swallowed hard, her eyes shut, her brow furrowed in the concentration of the incredible sensation that her badass mafia boss was giving her. "Oh, God, Nico!..." her breath hitched, her fingers were clenched in his hair. His fingers left her for a moment, and seconds later she felt her panties sliding down. Renee's eyes flew open just in time to see Nico latch onto her bud, and suck. His eyes were open and locked on hers. His fingers slipped inside her with ease and began to punish her with such gentleness she started sobbing. She couldn't look away from him. He was slow, methodical in his attention those long fingers that gave with a dirty slide and pushed back inside again and again. Her taste was so sweet, and she smelled like heaven. Nico nipped her c**t with his teeth and she moaned so beautifully he did it again. He took her legs and put them on his shoulders, as he continued his attention. Renee couldn't tear her eyes off of his. His tongue was dipping inside her, drinking her as his fingers wrung out more. "Nico, I'm..." she breathed again. "I know Bella, come for me," he growled against her, and with his dark approval, she shattered. Her entire body bowed off the sofa, her legs clenched, but he didn't stop. Nico was hungry, and rode out her orgasm, drinking her greedily. After what felt like forever, Nico slowed his tongue into long, languishing strokes against her c**t and lips. He pulled his fingers from her, glistening coated in her. "Beautiful," he gasped, sucking his fingers into his mouth. He pulled her towards him, and she slid off the edge of the sofa. Nico pulled her into another rough kiss. She tasted herself on his tongue. His mouth was beautiful, soft, and demanding on hers. Her hands slid down to his waist, she pulled at his belt, and zipper. Nico covered her hand with his. He softly whispered, "Bella, I don't have any protection for you." Renee's eyes bore into his, "I don't care, I'm your fiancée," she smiled, reaching into the open crotch of his pants. "And I f*****g want you inside me, now."