Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
“Isn’t La Suprema in Mexico City? What’s this address?”
Lotto stayed quiet for way too long. His mouth twisted and he closed his eyes. “I looked it up. The address is a lawyer’s office.”
“So?”
“It’s an estate lawyer’s firm, Bones.”
That nugget of hope shattered into a million pieces. An estate lawyer? I took my hand away from the package like it burned me. If Dad needed an estate lawyer, then—
“Send it back,” I ordered and turned away. I couldn’t bear to look at it anymore. “I don’t want it.”
“We should at least open it.”
“Fuck no. Do it on your own. I’m not doing shit with it.”
“Bones.” Lotto sighed, wrapped an arm around my shoulders, and pulled me closer. “I know.”
The quiet understanding that passed between us stole all my energy. I slumped into Lotto’s embrace and clung to him. Tears stung my eyes and dampened Lotto’s undershirt. His thick muscles held me even tighter, and we swayed together in the kitchen, clinging to the truth planted on our kitchen table.
Dad was saying goodbye.
But I wasn’t ready to let him go.
Not yet.
Lotto gently pulled me away and held me by my shoulders. “Finish packing. I’ll open it and let you know what’s inside.”
I nodded and left the kitchen without a word. I moved on autopilot as I finished throwing things into my duffle bag. I had talked to Dad yesterday. Told him how I was stepping in the ring again. He promised to watch my live stream. He hadn’t seemed any different. Hadn’t mentioned sending me a box and getting his last affairs in order. Fuck. I needed to call the lawyer. Tell him he’d made a mistake. It wasn’t fair that I was up here fighting for my life when Dad was down in Mexico giving up on his.
Lotto stepped into the room, a few papers in his hands. I glanced up then back down. “What is it?”
“There’s a few things inside. Some letters, a huge envelope, a new pair of gloves. And this.”
Lotto handed the papers out. One was a simple paper with a scrawled note from Dad. “I know you want to call the lawyer, kiddo, but don’t bother. He’s an old family friend hours from where I am. And he’s not gonna tell you shit.” That got me to chuckle. Dad was always one step ahead of me. I could never keep up with that old bastard.
The second was a picture. Dad sat on the steps of a ring with a cane in hand and his signature “mean mug for the camera” face. All around him, a few young kids with wide smiles held up their arms. Some had their hands on Dad’s shoulders. Tears welled in my eyes. Dad was surrounded by so much love. So much happiness. But I selfishly wanted to be there with him. He had always been there for me in life. So why couldn’t I be there for him in death?
I tucked the picture into my bag and zipped it up fully.
“Do you want me to open anything else?” Lotto asked.
I shook my head. “No. Not yet. I just want to go to sleep. Stay with me?”
“Always.”
Lotto set my bag on the ground, and we both crawled into my bed. He tucked me beneath his chin, and I listened to his heartbeat. Lotto was always there for me. Always knew how to make me feel better. The slow strokes of his hand on my back were comforting and warm. When I lifted my head, he was already there waiting for me.
Our lips slid together; our tongues brushed in a languid, slow pace. We relished each other. The feeling of our hard bodies together, the firm squeeze of hands on muscles, hips, and asses. Lotto pulled me closer, and I fit my leg between his thighs. He pushed at the bottom of my shirt and lifted the fabric, sliding his hands underneath. He was warm. Solid. He knew exactly where to press and tug to make me moan into his mouth.
My cock throbbed against my sweatpants, and Lotto rolled his knee over the bulge as he kissed me breathless. I dipped my hands into the back of his pants and squeezed his firm ass. I helped him rock against me, grinding until he was hard against my thigh.
“Let me help you feel better,” he murmured against my lips.
“Only if I get to help you, too.”
Lotto grunted his approval. We peeled each other’s pants down and kicked away the fabric. He wrapped his hand around my cock, and I moaned into his kiss. I returned the favor and squeezed his length, stroking with each flick of my tongue.
Lotto’s teeth grazed over my throat as he fucked me. Each stroke was deep and languid, curling my toes with pleasure. I tilted my head back to give him more room to make his mark. He growled into my neck and bit down harder, swiping his thumb over the tip of my cock.