Page 73 of Devil's Deal

“What are you doing there?” he teased as I reached back and began tracing over my hole.

“I need you in me now.”

His arm came up, and I slapped it down. “I don’t need help. Just give me a minute.”

His laughter died down as his eyelids grew heavier. His chest rose and fell like he was exerting himself as my breaths grew faster and louder in the quiet room. By the time I was fucking myself on three fingers, he ran out of patience and grabbed my hips. “Now,” he growled, reaching for a condom and taking care of wrapping himself as I slowly pulled my fingers out, leaving myself empty and ready for him to fill me up.

If this man only knew how much his growly voice turned me on, we’d never leave this bed. Carefully, slowly, I lowered myself onto his cock until fully seated. “Mm, that’s the stuff.”

“Yeah, it is. Now ride me.” So I did, rising and falling as he pumped up into me. “That’s it, boy. Take what you need.”

Thiswas what I needed. The feel of his body against mine, a physical part of him in me, symbolic of a part of him that had taken up residence in my heart. His gaze moved, tracking every part of me as his hands grasped my hips tight enough to leave marks, guiding me.

“Fuck, I love you,” he said as I grabbed my cock, stroking it quicker and faster as he planted his heels into the bed and fucked up into me like he’d die if he didn’t come.

“I love you, too, Daddy. I love you,” I called out again as my cum spurted free. Painting his chest hair. His face contorted with blissful pleasure as his body spasmed with release. That look right there was my favorite of any expression he ever wore on his face. When his mind was empty of anything but me and what we found together. No concerns or worries. No hotel or mafia Family. Just us.

Fighting to catch my breath, I held the condom in place while I pulled off and fell to my side next to him. Romeo turned his head on the pillow and smiled. “Hi.”

“Hello.”

He rolled off the bed and got to his feet. I knew he’d go to the bathroom next, get rid of the condom, clean himself up, and come back with a nice warm washcloth for me. Then he’d pull me into his embrace, ask about my day with Harlow, bitch about the guy upsetting Charity, and tell me basically nothing about his day. But now, before I closed my eyes for a nap, he’d tell me he loves me, and I’d do the same. It was pretty close to perfect. The only thing missing in my life now was my nephew.

Please be alive, Emilio. Please.

Chapter

Ten

ROMEO

“Whatcha want to do today?”Rocco asked as soon as he closed the door.

“I’m done waiting. I’ve got the address for the PI that’s been giving Cory the runaround.”

He smirked. “That’s what I’m talking about. Let’s find this fucker.”

I held in a sigh. That was exactly what I wanted to do, but Rocco’s zealousness toward violence was concerning. As we drove through the city, he entertained himself with the sound of his own voice while I worked through my next moves. I needed to get my boy some answers.

The GPS led us to a residential community of small two and three-bedroom houses. I parked in the driveway of the listed address and turned off the vehicle. “This is it.”

“No covert mission this time, hey, Romeo?”

I shook my head. “Nah. Cory’s paying this guy a lot of money. I want answers.”

We exited the car and were halfway to the door when an elderly woman called out, “Hello,” from over the hedges that separated this property from hers. “No one lives there.”

Squashing down my aggravation, I removed my sunglasses and walked into the yard toward her. “My friend Paul lives here.”

She shook her head. “Sorry. He moved out a while ago. You can try calling him, but last I heard, he got some new big-time client and said he was moving on to bigger things.”

I stopped on the other side of the bushes, peppering her with questions, but she hadn’t really known Paul—just a nosy neighbor. A quick glance over my shoulder confirmed that Rocco was off doing some exploring, so I kept her distracted, asking questions about the neighborhood, letting her regal me of stories of her grandchildren’s last visit, and ending on the weather by the time Rocco re-appeared at my side.

He gave her a charming smile, then glanced at the watch on his wrist. “If Paul’s not here, we better get going.”

“You’re right. Sorry for bothering you.”

She waved that off. “Are you kidding? It’s not every day I get to stand around and bullshit with two handsome fellas in my own front yard.”

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