Chapter 29: Chapter Twenty-Nine

“So,” Frankie began, stretching his legs out under the table, caging Gloria in between them. “Now that I’m being taken care of, let’s take care of the bigger issue so I can go about my day. Accardi wants this wrapped up before he leaves town.”

“I’ll tell you what Liam told O’Brien. Our problem is not with Accardi but the slime he’s related to,” Bridget answered, her voice clipped as her knee bounced in aggravation.

“Galante is dead.”

“One of them is. Look, Frankie, we don’t want to cross the Accardis.” She sat back and her leg knocked Gloria under the table. “Why else would Liam send me in his stead?”

“For the same reason Accardi sent me.”

“And that is?”

There was a beat of silence. “I want to know what Liam is up to,” Frankie said, not answering the question.

The voices above her head turned to murmurs as she ran her hands up Frankie’s thighs. Her movement was stopped when Frankie’s hand settled over one of hers. She glared at his hand and shoved it away. Before it could return, she went for his belt. His feet slid back to his chair and he sat straighter.

“There are too many loose ends,” Frankie argued back to whatever Bridget had said. “There are hits on our casinos we’ve not been able to account for, a couple men’s lives snuffed out, and you’re going to sit there and tell me you had no knowledge of it?”

Gloria managed to get his belt undone and his pants unzipped. Now she faced the problem of getting him out of his jeans while he tried in vain to keep her from doing so. Again Frankie’s hand appeared under the table pushing at her hands, arms and whatever else he could find to tell her to just sit there. When his fingers found her chin she pulled back, grabbed his hand and bit down on the soft flesh between his thumb and index finger. Frankie yelped and yanked his hand away. She looked up to find him sucking on the small wound she’d opened. His eyes swam with a deep heat and his jeans started to strain against his growing dick.

“What possible evidence could you have against us?” Bridget asked while Frankie shook out his hand.

“A box with a bow and a woman’s future inside,” Frankie growled. Gloria yanked his pants down and Frankie slipped in his chair. “Shit, fuck,” he hissed above her as he gripped the edge of the table to keep her from pulling him to the floor.

Gloria pulled again, this time on the waistband of his boxers. Her breathing shallowed out as his cock sprang upward. She stared, completely transfixed at the appendage standing at attention for her. She thought the first time she’d see one she’d be intimidated. How terribly wrong she’d been. Faced with Frankie’s more influential brain she felt… excitement… fascination… power.

Her nails dug into his thighs as she tried to decide what to do next. Then Frankie’s hand snaked under the table. She prepared for him to push her away, instead he gripped himself in his fist. He slowly worked his hand up and down. His thumb crested over the head where a bit of precum beaded at the tip. Gloria licked her lips and shoved his hand away. She resituated herself and then cupped him in her hand. Frankie groaned and leaned backward while Bridget’s voice continued to ramble on above her.

Her fingers ran over the velvety smooth skin of his member. She hadn’t expected it to be so soft, yet hard in a completely different way. More cum sprouted from the tip and she couldn’t hold back any longer. She leaned forward and licked the cum from his cock.

“Fuck!”

Frankie jumped. His knee whacked against the underside of the table. Poker chips clattered and glasses tipped. She heard him giving half-hearted apologies but she still didn’t stop. She took him fully in her mouth and moaned at the taste of him on her tongue. Frankie groaned around the words coming out of his mouth. His hand settled on her head and she was assailed with images of him guiding Polly along. Would he do the same for her? She didn’t wait to find out. She had her own curiosities to satisfy.

Gloria took him as deep into her throat as she could manage until she gagged. Frankie’s thighs flexed beneath her fingers, at the sound or sensation she couldn’t be sure. She held him in one hand as a barrier to keep from gagging again. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to feel him wholly inside her mouth. Her lips caressed the underside of the head. She ran her tongue over the veins furiously pumping blood to the extremity. She bobbed her head a few times, relishing how his hand moved with her rather than telling her what to do. His fingers wove through her hair, anchoring himself as he continued to negotiate with the woman above the table.

Gloria thought of all the magazines she’d read, the videos she’d watched, the one instance she’d seen it done in person. She used them as a roadmap for bringing him to climax. She worked her mouth over his cock, taking him as deep down her throat as she could. She could feel his fingers flexing tighter in her hair. His breathing was short and sharp. He hadn’t spoken in a minute or two, instead allowing Bridget to drone on about the “good old days.” Gloria worked her hand into his pants and cupped his balls. His hips lifted off the table as if she’d just bitten down.

“Hold the fuck on, Bridget,” Frankie growled a moment before his fingers constricted in her hair and yanked her head off his dick.

Her mouth came away with a pop. Saliva dribbled from her mouth and slid along his dick. Frankie grabbed her by the upper arm and hauled her up until she was in his lap. His face was flushed, pinched with irritation and a desire that she could spend weeks trying to put out only to rekindle with a single look. Frankie shook his head while she dabbed some of the saliva from her mouth as if wiping the cum she was a second away from swallowing. Frankie leaned forward, his eyes boring into hers, his focus completely singular in that moment.

“I want to be able to see your face the first time you take my cum down your throat, Vixen,” Frankie whispered, his voice rougher than she’d ever heard it.

Gloria felt liquified. She’d caused that. She’d made his voice low and barely distinguishable around the lust flowing through his veins. She wanted to do it again. Sensing her train of thought, Frankie shook his head. He jerked his chin toward her chair and she smirked as she climbed out of his lap and sat back where she’d started the meeting. She picked up her whiskey and swished it in her mouth before she looked up and met Bridget’s cold glare.

Gloria immediately averted her eyes, reminding herself who she was meant to be in that moment.

“Now, where were we?” Frankie asked, as he tried to pull his pants back up. “Ah, right, you were spouting some nonsense about Liam going after Conor?”

The negotiations went back and forth for another half hour with no side gaining any ground. It became clear pretty quickly to Gloria that Bridget had come here for one purpose: to get laid. She had no actual pull within the family. Her knowledge in things designated classified was limited. Any deals she suggested that were approved by Frankie were then tossed aside when she would announce that her brother, Liam, would have to hear it all from Accardi before an official agreement could be struck.

All the while Bridget spoke, Frankie’s irritation grew and grew… but not at the blonde. Whatever Gloria had done to him had unsettled him. He fidgeted in his seat. His hand would find her thigh, grip it tightly, then shove it away so he could focus on whatever Bridget was spouting. Gloria’s little smiles of reassurance and gentle touch as she’d sip from her whiskey only seemed to set him off further.

Finally after nearly an hour of sitting around negotiating, Frankie had enough. He shoved up from the chair, stalling whatever Bridget had been droning on about.

“This meeting was a waste of just about everyone’s time here, wouldn’t you say?” He fixed his pants properly and held his hand down for Gloria. “I’ll be sure to let Accardi know that Liam apparently doesn’t give a fuck about respect. This was all a farce to get me to take a meeting with you. I bet Liam doesn’t even know you’re here.” The guards beside her shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Frankie leaned over the table toward Bridget who glared right back. “Thank you though,” Frankie began with a smile tugging at his cheeks. “For the opportunity to break in my pet’s knees.”

Frankie sat back and took Gloria by the arm. He drug her away but not before Gloria could send Bridget a little wave of victory which made the woman jump up from her chair and reach for her guard’s gun. Gloria’s smugness evaporated as Frankie drug her forward, forcing her to trip over her feet to keep up. His grip was iron-clad as he led her through the poker tables and toward the bathrooms. Her heart started to pound in her chest as she realized what he might be up to.