Avarice by S. W. Frank Page A

flying in the day after to give his decision.  Nico had to come out the field. Retirement isn’t what he was doing, just delegating more responsibility to others. Besides, Alfonzo had come to the conclusion he had to share more of the responsibility or he’d die early. He required Nico’s presence at meetings when he or Giuseppe couldn’t attend. Nico was a goddamn Giacanti and far more than an enforcer; he was a Consigliere as well.
    Not to mention when Selange questioned him about Bianca and Nico, he decided he had to pull the plug on their relationship. As soon as Nico got back, he’d have a talk with his ass, because if Selange picked up on the affair someone else would and that left the door open for more headaches. His eyes closed of their own volition.
    What kind of medication was this?
    While in slumber’s palette the feel of hands was upon his skin. The soft caress across marred flesh could only belong to his wife. He wondered if she read each wound which told his story or understood they were his battle hymns. Each scar was a tear dried and sealed by flesh. Each a reminder of how he escaped death. Then the hand went limp; a sudden drop of tired woman into a place he’d earlier been. His eyes opened; slowly he lay on his back to hold her close to his chest.
    Man, how the hell do you explain love so real you cry inside because it’s so strong it hurts? He inhaled the scent of her hair, stroked her arm and kissed her head in gratitude for always holding their family down. Soldier is a woman whose weapon is love battling turmoil that visits family at times. Illness, broken bones, kissing boo-boos and standing beside their men is what women soldiers did at home. Ah, give me a female soldati any day, Alfonzo exhaled. Their weapons are more effective than mortar or shells. Selange’s artillery healed; not killed.
    Soldier.
    Mother.
    Lover.
    Selange .
    A familiar sensation caused him to scoff, damn; any physical contact with his woman prompted a hard-on. He didn’t want to wake her and took hold of himself trying to soothe the dude. It’s difficult trying to put a dick to sleep when lying beside a sexy wife. He must’ve cursed aloud because Selange’s hand slid along the slope of his chest and then went across his stomach.
    The unconscious action brought a low groan and he held tighter to his shaft as it began pulsing. Nah, sorry, he thought. Sleep sex is better than jerking off. He turned on his side with Selange lips on his chest. He inserted a leg between hers; grateful she was pantiless beneath her camisole. He embraced her to pull her slightly forward and with accuracy pushed within her and held there. His hand held her neck, as the throbbing pleasure took over. Damn, even in sleep she was moist and snug. Where strength came from, he wasn’t sure but it must’ve been the stored reserves because he came alive inside her wetness. Electrical stimulation, shit that’s what happened because now he had rolled on top, kissing her throat, lifting the flimsy material and then she awakened.
    A weary smile was the greeting initially but then hard squeezes on his shaft were notification she was good to go. Well, that and her verbal response, “Ummm, oh honey thank you very much.”
    “Mucho gracias nena.”
    Then she kissed his neck. He didn’t want to breathe in her face or give her any lingering germs from his human Petrie Dish of a tongue, but she started a goddamn blaze when she stretched her neck to kiss his mouth. She was determined to contract his germs and he pulled back. “Babe…ummm…no.”
    She bowed forward eagerly, rubbing his ass and his torso hovered above her chest with stiff arms locked in place. “Roll over,” she commanded.
    The smile broadened when she twisted with him as he went on his back. The chica rode him hard and suctioned in his seminal fluid like a pussy drunk.
    “Shit…babe!” he cursed when she reversed her body to form a sixty-nine.
    “I wonder if my pussy can catch a