Free Tommy Gabrini 3: Grace Under Fire (The Gabrini Men Series) by Mallory Monroe Page A

can’t.”
    “You
told them no?”
    “I
told them no, then I told them hell no.”
    Grace
laughed.   “But surely they did their
homework if they had the nerve to approach you.   Don’t they know about your family’s mob ties?”
    “They
knew.   But they figured my father’s
reputation, since he was police chief when he died, could overcome all of the
negative stuff.”
    Grace
was aghast.   “Your father ?   But he was the negative stuff!”
    “I
know,” Tommy agreed.   “That’s the irony
of it.   Reno’s old man was terrible, but
at least he took his craziness out on other people, not his own family.”
    Grace
stared at him.   “How’s everything going
with you, Tommy?   I mean really?   And how are those sessions going?”
    Tommy
didn’t immediately respond.   But then he
responded.   “They’re going,” he said.
    “You
don’t think they’re helping at all, do you?”
    “I
think a terrible thing happened to me.   My father took an unhealthy, sick, perverted liking to me and abused
me.   And I know I needed to talk it out,
and we did talk it out.   Those sessions
with you, I think, helped the most.   But
those therapists, they want to keep you the victim.   And that, I cannot abide.   It was a bad thing that happened, but at some
point you have to move the hell on.   There’s nothing I can do about it.   And I’m not going to wallow in it.   I talked it out, I know it wasn’t my fault on any level, end of
discussion as far as I’m concerned.”
    “So
what you’re saying,” Grace said, “is that you stopped going to the therapist?”
    “I
still go.”
    Grace
smiled.   “You still go?   But why, if you don’t think it’s doing you
any good?”
    “I go
for you,” he said.   “To make sure, if I
still have damage that needs repairing, I’m getting it repaired.”
    “Then
maybe,” Grace said, rubbing Tommy’s coat lapel, “we can consider
children.”   She said this and looked into
his eyes.
    Tommy
didn’t blink, but a storminess came over his entire face.   “I want to be the father of your children,”
he said, “you know I do.   Nobody on the
face of this earth is going to be the mother of my children but you.   And I know I’m not getting any younger.   Sal reminds me of that every chance he
gets.”   Then he frowned.   “But I have to make sure first.”
    “Make
sure you’re okay?”
    “I
have to make sure I’ve mastered being a great husband first.   If I’m not a good husband to you, and in many
ways I’m not yet, then I as hell won’t be a good father either.   Once you give me the green light, once I
master pleasing you, then we’ll get started.”
    “You
have mastered pleasing me, Tommy,” Grace said, shocked that he didn’t think so.
    “In
the bed, yes.   But I have a ways to go in
every other area.   I’m the man that
babies you, remember?”
    Grace
smiled.   “Oh that.”
    “Oh
that,” Tommy said.   “So I’m working on
it.   But in the meantime,” he said,
unzipping her dress and then lifting it and removing it completely over her
head, “I’ve got to play to my strengths.”
    Grace
laughed, as she helped Tommy unbutton his shirt and remove it along with his
suit coat.   His sinewy arms, and ripped
abs, and tanned, muscular chest made Grace tingle between her legs.   She knew what he was going to do to her and
she could hardly wait.
    But
Tommy was a smooth operator.   He wasn’t
about to rush it, even given where they were doing it.   He removed her bra and pulled her into his
embrace.   And just held her, with her
breasts pressing against his chest.   Then
he kissed her.   Long and lovingly,
holding his hand on the back of her head.   He slipped his tongue into her mouth in such a way that made her feel so
intense that it felt as if his dick was entering her mouth.   Then he moved further down and began
breast-fucking her.  
    His
mouth made love to her breasts.   Grace
leaned her head back and