Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“Vito, I’m so fucking close. I think I would’ve come in my pants if you’d come in my mouth. I want to swallow your cum so bad.”
“You will, baby, very soon. You can suck me off every day if that’s what you want.”
“Vito, is this really going to last?”
I laid lay of finger on his lips. “We’re not talking about that now. Just feel. Don’t think too much.”
He had to know this was more than a good—awesome, best ever—fuck, but this wasn’t the time to talk about it. This was the time to get off, then get our heads clear and go meet my family.
It was going to be a hell of a day. And we needed to hurry because my father hated waiting and Zeke couldn’t miss practice.
I wasn’t going to let anything put his career in jeopardy, not Benito, not my family’s need for revenge, not even my need to protect him. We would eliminate this problem, and he would have the best hockey season ever. That’s what he needed, and that’s what I was going to give him.
He worked his hips, pushing his cock into the circle of my hand. “God you’re beautiful like this, wrapped around me, so ready to come, so desperate, lips red and swollen from sucking my cock.”
“Oh God, I’m about to meet your family.”
I just smiled. “We’ll fix you up, and it doesn’t matter anyway.”
“It does. I can’t meet your father looking like—”
When I started moving my hand faster, he sucked in his breath. “Stop talking.”
I kept stroking our cocks, gripping us so tight it hurt but also felt fucking amazing.
“Vito. Please. Oh fuck.” Cum shot from Zeke’s cock, and seconds later I joined him. I kept working us until we were both utterly drained. I helped Zeke ease his legs down from my waist, then I leaned into the wall, pressing my body against the length of his.
I stayed there enjoying the feel of him for much longer than I meant to. His hands were pressed against my back, and he held me close. I felt so connected to him, like I was truly meant to be right here. I was not going to lose this man. I would do whatever it took to make him truly mine.
“You’re fucking amazing,” he said as he tipped his head back. I kissed the side of his neck and ran my tongue along the length of his throat.
“Vito, I….” He looked away as his words trailed off.
“I know,” I said. “Me too.”
“How do you…?”
“Just trust me.”
He nodded. “Okay.”
Something melted in my chest then. Warmth spread through me, comforting, gentle, and just as heavenly as the fiery heat of watching him come. But I had to push those thoughts away for now. “We’ve got to get ready. We’re already running late.”
“Great, your family is going to be pissed off, and I haven’t even met them yet.”
“They’re going to love you. Angelo, Devil, and my dad are already fans.”
“Oh God,” he covered his face with his hands and let his head fall back against the wall again. “I don’t know if I can do this, Vito.”
“You can. You can do anything. Come on. Let’s get you dressed.”
We showered as quickly as we could, stepping into the water together, but focusing on washing, no matter how much we wanted to let ourselves get distracted.
Zeke dressed in a charcoal gray suit. I wore the suit I’d worn the day before and borrowed a shirt from him. It wasn’t a perfect fit, but it would do.
I was going to have to bring some clothes over to his place or else move him to mine. We’d get that figured out after we made the takedown tonight.
He looked in the mirror to straighten his tie, then he turned to me. “How do I look?”
I smiled. “You look exquisite, beautifully dressed and intimidating. You’ll fit in perfectly with my family.”
“I don’t intimidate you.”
“No, baby, but you mesmerize me.”
“Fuck, Vito.”
“I wish I could strip you out of that suit right now, but that’s going to have to wait.”
26
ZEKE
Dominic Marchesi lived in an amazing historic town house. I reminded myself I could own something just as nice if I quit throwing my money away. Vito maneuvered the car into a parallel spot down the street.
We got out, and he beeped the lock, then offered me his arm. “Let’s go meet my family.”
“I’m nervous.”
“You’d be kind of stupid not to be. I mean, they are some of the most powerful men in the city after all.”
“Thank you. You’re helping me feel much better.”
“I’ve claimed you, that means you’re family now.”
“Vito, that’s not—”
“Yes, it is. Things work differently in our family. I think you understand that.”
I did, or at least I thought I did, but everything felt crazy, like I was in a dream.
“Don’t let them intimidate you,” Vito said. “They’ll try, especially Lucien and my father. They’re going to assess you. Look them in the eye and don’t back down.”