Accardi (Genevieve and Matteo) by Allison Franklin novel Chapter 114

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Matteo watched with pride as Genevieve accepted congratulations from her sister, Louis, Lucy, and Frankie. Jada was crying and touching Gen’s stomach while Louis subtly tried to pull her away. It was a hard thing to accomplish as Jada’s grip on Gen’s left hand was like that of a pick pocket who sees something shiny they can’t walk away from. Frankie stood beside them all, grinning from ear to ear as he acted like a fawning bridesmaid.

Gen had called her father and then Jada from the car and was ecstatic to learn her sister would be accompanying her on what Gen coined her “engagement/

baby moon.” Matteo hadn’t had time to explain why they were really going to Italy. Or why it was imperative he brought along the top three men in his

inner circle. He didn’t want to worry his future bride on such an important day. There would be time for explanation tomorrow… when she’s overlooking the

Italian coast from Alessio’s fortress where no one could get to her.

Leo came up beside him then and handed over a glass of whiskey while his eyes stayed trained on the group of people at the front of the plane. Matteo took

the offering but nearly dropped it when Gen’s eyes looked toward him and she smiled.

“Congratulations, Accardi,” Leo said with a nudge of his shoulder. “Married life is going to.suit you.”

“And fatherhood?” Matteo asked with a raised brow.

“That I’m not so sure about.”

“Asshole.”

“I’m only kidding,” Leo said before taking in a deep breath, his own eyes trained on his wife with her swelling belly. “We’ll be okay. We were smart enough

to choose women who won’t let us fuck up.”

Matteo threw back his first dose of alcohol as the plane’s engines kicked to life. As if sensing his sudden shift in nerves, Gen’s eyes returned to his and her

smile faded. No, he couldn’t have that. Just as he was about to turn for another drink, Leo held up a second glass. Gen’s eyes moved from Matteo to the

glass.

“Put it down,” she demanded.

Everyone in the plane stopped chattering and glanced across the room to see what she was talking about. Matteo’s hand stopped mid rise and the glass remained suspended in Leo’s outstretched grip.

“Genevieve…” Matteo warned The sight of the pilot, Jeffrey, giving him the nod that they were ready made his stomach twist.

“Everyone take their seats,” Jeffrey told them.

The group started picking out which seats they wanted to take, all the while casting the newly engaged couple curious glances. Gen walked over to him, her stern expression in sharp contrast to the jubilant one she’d worn most of the day. She held her hand out for the glass.

“Thank you, Leo. Go help your wife,” she said, her ice–blue regard still on Matteo.

“Yes, Donna,” Leo said with a smirk. He handed the glass of whiskey over as if it were a baton and it represented the weighted responsibility of watching after the man he’d been charged with protecting for over twenty years.

“Weakness…” Matteo whispered with a shake of his head as the ‘fasten seatbelt light‘ pinged on.

She touched his arm and leaned into him. “I told you we needed to figure out a better way for you to handle this, Matteo,” she whispered.

“And exactly how do you intend to do that?” he hissed.

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Her eyes flicked to the seats farthest back. “Frank. Up. Those are ours.”

Frankie groaned. “Come on, Donna. These have a window and…” Gen’s eyes narrowed and Frankie groaned again but got up nonetheless. “I don’t like this new bossy side of you,” he complained as he passed them.

“Come on,” she said, urging him toward the seats.

Gen forced him to sit beside the window and pulled the cover down as Matteo strapped himself into the seat as tightly as possible. His hands found the armrests and gripped them tight enough to bend the metal. Gen readjusted her cleavage, catching his eye. She smirked with mischief as she pulled two small white pills from between her breasts. She managed to pry one hand free from an armrest so she could set the pills in his palm. He gave her a dubious look.

“Take them with the liquor. They’re just sleeping pills.”

“I told you…”

“I know what you told me, Matteo. Perhaps you’ve just been using the wrong combination.”

Matteo snorted but did as his future wife instructed. He threw the pills back and swallowed the burning liquor with a grunt of displeasure.

“You think I haven’t tried mixing liquor with pills?”

Gen’s right hand gripped his thigh and smoothed down toward his knee. His eyes tracked the movement while a fire lit at the bottom of his spine. He looked

back up to find the mischief in her eyes now pulling at the corners of her mouth.

She leaned over to whisper in his ear, “That’s not the combination I was thinking of.” Her teeth tugged at his earlobe and he shivered as the plane pulled to the edge of the tarmac and the engines roared. “Remember the elevator?” she asked, her hand smoothing back up toward his hips.

“This is not the same…” Matteo hissed between his teeth as her hand palmed his crotch. “We need to keep our seatbelts on. It’s law.”

Gen chuckled softly, the sound so sinful it made his cock twitch despite his overpowering fear the engine would explode and they’d all die.

“Suddenly so concerned with FAA regulations, are we? That’s fine, we can keep our seatbelts on… for now,” she said, her voice sultry and smooth.

The pilot pushed the throttle forward. The plane raced down the runway, throwing him back into his seat and sending the pounding of his heart into a rate high enough to send him into cardiac arrest. He squeezed his eyes shut and willed his heart to not break through his ribcage.

“Breathe, Matteo,” Gen whispered in his ear.

He absently felt her undoing his belt. He wanted to push her hand away but that would involve taking his hands off of the armrests which could result in him dropping through the bottom of the plane and plummeting…

Her fingers cupped under his balls and his hips jerked. Fuck. The mixture of fear and arousal was short circuiting his brain. He inhaled sharply as she fondled him. The plane took off and they tilted back at a supremely unnatural angle for human beings to be inclined in.

“Mmm,” she moaned into his ear. “You feel so fucking good in my hand, Matteo.”

He was breathing through his teeth as the plane got higher and higher. Ilis ears popped which meant they’d reached heights his body was never meant to experience.

“Fuck,” he ground out, the fear racing up his spine, wrapping around his heart, suffocating his lungs. He could feel sweat collecting on his forehead, in between his pits, trickling down his spine. They were going to crash. They were going to hit a building. He was going to die just like his father except he’d be an the plane and… “Fuck!”

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Gen’s mouth wrapped around the head of his cock. He hadn’t even realized she’d freed him from his pants. Her tongue swirled around the tip and his eyes flew open. He glanced over to see she was still wearing her seat belt but she’d managed to twist her body around so she could give him head. She hummed, the vibration carrying through his dick and up his spine.

“You okay, Boss?” Frankie mocked from somewhere further up in the plane.

“Mind your own fucking business, Frank,” Matteo warned, feeling glad that Gen had the foresight to make sure everyone else sat far forward so they couldn’t see her enact her plan. Frankie chuckled in return and rejoined the mindless conversation with the other freaks who weren’t bothered by flying 30,000 feet

in the air.

His cock hardened fully despite the paralyzing fear gripping the rest of his extremities. Traitor. Genevieve bobbed her head as she took him fully in her

mouth all the way to the back of her throat. Over and over she lowered her head, twirling her tongue and suctioning her cheeks while she tried to distract

him. His mind fought over which to focus on: the fear he’d experienced since he was eleven or the way his dick felt pushing past her tonsils.

Slowly, Matteo released one finger of his left hand after another. He flexed his painful joints and settled his palm against her head. Gen moaned in satisfaction as she let him take the lead on her pace. His breathing sped up, but not for the usual reason. The plane started to level out, the engines quieted slightly as if they were no longer struggling to gain altitude. The ringing in his ears dulled. His hips started to move upward, forcing himself deeper down her throat. Her hand returned to his balls and gently rolled them in her palm. She shoved away his hand from her head and took her mouth from his cock, earning her a low growl. Rather than pull away, her hand and mouth switched. He jerked as her mouth pulled one of his balls into her mouth. Her hand worked along his shaft as she rolled the sensitive flesh around her tongue. She released one and moved to the next. He flung his head back against the seat, his hips working as he chased his completion.

“Gen…” Matteo breathed.

Knowing he was close, she released his balls and dropped her mouth down to the root of his cock. She remained there as his hips jerked twice more and he came. His fingers flexed in her hair as she swallowed every drop like the little minx she was. His hand slid limply off her hair, allowing her to bob her head a few more times to clean him off with her tongue. She sat back with a proud smirk as she dabbed the corners of her mouth. He grabbed the back of her neck and stifled her startled cry with his lips. Her hands landed on his chest as his tongue flicked out and tasted his own cum. He groaned. He’d never tasted himself before. It seemed faux paux, exciting. His dick started to harden again. He yanked her head back and she gasped. His lips trailed down her throat, causing her to shiver with her own need. His nose trailed back up until his mouth was close to her ear.

“There’s eight more hours left to this flight, Weakness. How ever do you plan to keep me distracted for that long?” he asked, his curiosity an overpowering

monster.

Gen smirked and her eyes sparked like a devious mastermind. “I don’t need eight hours. I only need however long it takes for those pills to take effect.”

He pulled her head closer while her hands barred his chest. “How ever do you plan to keep me distracted until the pills take effect, then?” he corrected.

She bit her lip just as the pilot came over the intercom telling them they could move about the cabin. Her fingers curled in his shirt. “Take me to the bedroom and find out,” she whispered.

His seatbelt came free with a violent snap and he wrenched hers open. She giggled as he pulled her up by her forearm and propelled her toward the back door leading to the bedroom.

“Don’t forget the bedroom’s not sound proof!” Louis yelled helpfully from his seat up front as Matteo slammed the door behind him and shoved her back on

the bed.