Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80014 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80014 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding on for dear life as he pounded my ass. There was no question I’d be feeling this for days afterward, but it felt so damn good that I just didn’t care.
When he said, “Look at me, Jack,” I did as he asked. Everything intensified when I met his gaze. I’d never experienced such an overpowering connection with another person, and it flooded me with emotion. I almost didn’t know what to do with everything I felt in that moment. I wanted to laugh and cry, and then I wanted to punch myself in the face, because what the fuck was even happening to me? I needed to get a grip.
Fortunately, my weird little emotional upheaval was quickly overshadowed by the fact that we were, in fact, right in the middle of fucking. Adriano reached between us and started jerking me off, and I stopped thinking about much of anything.
After a while, he muttered, “I’m close,” and started thrusting harder still while using the wall for leverage.
He bit back a yell when he started to come, the muscles in his shoulders flexing under my hands as I held onto him. I blurted, “Fuck, Adriano,” and tumbled over the edge right after him, thrusting into his palm while driving myself even harder onto his cock.
By the time it was over, both of us were shaking. He pivoted around and sat on the edge of the bed with me on his lap, and then he held me securely while we caught our breath.
I didn’t want to let go. Once I did, when would I ever be able to touch him like this? We obviously couldn’t stay this way forever though, so I gave myself thirty seconds to be clingy and needy, and to commit as much of this moment as I could to memory.
Before I climbed off his lap, I took Reno’s face between my palms and kissed him. I put everything I had into that kiss—all I was thinking and feeling, all my needs and wants, just everything.
Then I forced myself to climb off his lap. “We should get going. I know you don’t want to keep your family waiting,” I mumbled, “so I’m going to get cleaned up.” I didn’t look back at him as I walked to the bathroom on unsteady legs.
10
Adriano
Jesus, that kiss.
Everything over the last hour had been intense and unexpected, but that just blew my mind. It reminded me of a kiss between a soldier and his one true love in wartime, right before shipping out with little chance of ever returning.
Was that what it was, a goodbye kiss? It wouldn’t surprise me if Jack was planning to bolt. Being dragged into the life of a stranger like this had to be so fucking weird and uncomfortable for him.
The fact that we’d just slept together made the whole thing doubly confusing. I hadn’t intended to go there again, but he was just so damn irresistible.
I sat there staring at the bathroom door for a full minute before finally making myself get up and leave the guest room. As much as I wanted to figure out what was happening between Jack and me, there was a lot to deal with here in Vegas, and I had to get my head in the game.
And I couldn’t neglect my family, who’d gotten dragged into the middle of this situation. I’d told them I’d be there at lunchtime, so the first thing I did when I reached my room was send Romy a text. Then I called a local deli and placed an order.
After a quick shower, I put on a nice suit. I’d be meeting with some of my men after I saw my family, so I needed to look the part. The gun and shoulder holster concealed under my jacket were included just in case, not that I expected trouble. Greco tended to be most active at night, like the rodent he was.
Once I was dressed, I went downstairs and made some coffee. While it was brewing, I slipped a large envelope under the colander, carried the scorpion out the back door, and set it free. It was a tiny little thing, but it squared up and flicked its tail anyway, just to remind me who was in charge.
Jack joined me in the kitchen as I finished putting the lids on two travel mugs. He was dressed in his blue suit again, because what choice did he have? “I know you prefer cream and sugar in your coffee, but I’m out of almost everything, so it’s black,” I said, as I handed him one of the mugs.
“That’s fine, thanks,” he muttered, as he scanned the room. When he noticed the colander in the sink, he asked, “What happened to the alien invader?”