Page 33 of Tesoro: Mayhem Makers

Stretching my arms over my head, I feel him insert a finger as his tongue circles my clit. I won't last ten seconds at this rate, and as I feel him add a second finger, my body spasms with my first orgasm.

Before I can take a breath, he’s sliding into me, covering my body with his. I’m too lost in the intense pleasure to do anything more than wrap my arms around him and hang on.

Broken Italian sounds in my ear as he pistons in and out of me, each stroke bringing more pleasure than the last. I catch a word or two as he pants in my ear, nothing I can make sense of.

When he reaches down, moving my leg toward my chest, the change in angle sends me over the edge in an orgasm so intense it is nearly painful. Dante captures my lips in a searing kiss as he too finds the edge.

Closing my eyes, I snuggle into Dante. No words are said, they aren’t needed. His fingers gliding up and down my back are enough to soothe me into slumber.

Chapter

Twenty-Four

DANTE

I waited until I felt her body still and her breathing even out before leaving her tucked safely in my bed. Sliding into my jeans, I smile as I catch sight of the side of her luscious tit.

Since losing Bella, sex had become something I did, not something I felt. Loving Kate changed something inside me, I could feel the cracks of my broken heart starting to mend.

Closing the door, I don’t want any of my men to walk in on a naked Kate. She needs rest, which was the only reason I was leaving the room. Tomorrow, I would talk with Frankie, see if we had any contacts at Boston General.

Entering the kitchen, I smell the remnants of Frankie's famous steak. Opening the oven, I find a plate tucked inside, my mouth watering with anticipation. Gathering utensils, I head for the refrigerator. As I open the door, I spy a case of beer on the top shelf. Recalling Kate’s story, I remove a bottle of water instead.

As I set my plate on one of the tables in Angelo’s room, I hear what I thought was a moan. Snapping my attention to the bed, my heart begins to race as I see Angelo looking back at me.

“Dante?” His voice is deep and gravely and I notice he winces as he speaks my name.

“Hey, man, don’t talk. Let me get Kate.”

“Where am I?”

“Just hold on,” I repeat, ready to wake the house to get Kate’s attention. “You were shot.”

“Fucking Chuy,” he rasps as he tries to sit up. Thankfully, he is too weak to move, even as I place my hand in the center of his chest.

“Please, brother. Let me get Kate,” I plead, keeping my hand in place.

He shakes his head, licking his lips. “I need water.”

Unsure if I should, and not willing to leave him to try and get out of bed, I do the only thing I know to do.

“Hold on, brother.” Reaching for my phone, I dial Frankie’s number. His bedroom is beside mine and I hope this is one of the nights where he can’t find sleep. When his voicemail picks up, I end the call.

Palming my brother’s face, I look into his tired eyes, “Don't move. I swear to fuck if you try to get out of this bed I will kick your ass.”

Not waiting for him to agree, I ran to the door, taking a deep breath, cupping my hands around my mouth and shouting as if my life depended on it.

“Kate, I need you!”

Glancing over my shoulder, I find Angelo in the same position I left him. Looking back down the hall, I hear tiny footsteps a moment before Kate comes running from my room, dressed in the shirt I wore earlier, hanging on her like a dress.

“What’s wrong?” She questions with concern in her eyes.

“Angelo is awake and is asking for water.”

Kate quickens her pace, pushing past me as she heads straight to Angelo’s bed. My screaming has woken most of the house as doors fly open and guns are brandished.

“What happened?” Frankie questions, lowering his gun as he begins walking toward me.

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