Page 69 of Blood on Ice

“Vito, I know you don’t like to make plans, but I want us to be together on this. There’s no telling what kind of curveball that he might throw at us.”

“As long as you’re as interested in protecting Zeke as I am and as determined Benito won’t live a minute longer than he has to for us to get information out of him. If that’s the case, I’ll go along with you like I always have.”

“This isn’t about me. This is your mission.”

“No, Pops is in the lead, that’s how it’s always going to be.”

“Give him a chance, Vito.”

“I’ll see you in a little while.”

“Don’t be late.” I hung up without saying another word, reached out a hand to Zeke, and pulled him to his feet.

“I was really looking forward to you swallowing every drop of my load, but we’re going to have to delay that.”

“We have to leave now?”

I shook my head. “First, I have to get us both off.”

He shoved his pants down, and I took both our cocks in my hand.

“Jesus, Vito. Feels so good.”

I rubbed my thumb over his slit, capturing the precum, then smearing it down his shaft.

He swayed on his feet, and I turned us so he could rest against the wall. “Lean back and wrap your legs around my waist.”

“Are you sure that will work?”

“I can hold you up. Don’t you doubt it.”

He smiled as he wrapped a leg around my hip. I gripped his other thigh, lifted him and pressed him into the wall as I worked us up and down, stroking over our tips, and pressing my thumb into his slit, making him gasp.

“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.

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