Page 17 of Lucky Boys
I spun his chair around again, trying not to laugh at his undignified squeak. Before he could complain, I bent down, cupped the side of his face, and kissed him. I was the only one who ever saw his vulnerable side. He had come close with Skye a few times, but it was different. I wasn’t even sure if his best friend, Wes, had ever seen Luca’s insecurities.
“Will you be okay with Brooks here?”
Luca was trying hard to act unfazed, but I didn’t buy it for one fucking second. He was hurting, probably more than Brooks. The two of them needed to talk their shit out, but now obviously wasn’t the time.
“I’ll be fine. That was a long time ago. A one-time mistake. I won’t be making it again.”
I just managed to not roll my eyes. I clearly had been spending too much time with Skye. Luca was so full of shit, but I didn’t call him on it. If he wanted to pretend Brooks meant nothing to him, then that was his business. All of this was gonnablow up eventually. I just had to hope it was before we were on a job with bullets flying.
“Okay. I won’t bring it up again. Get up, it’s time for you to take a break.”
Luca’s eyes flashed. “I’m not one of your boys you can boss around.”
“No. But you are my partner, my lover, and my friend, and I won’t let you drown in caffeine, work, and whiskey while you ignore your problems. Have you eaten anything all day?”
Luca’s guilty look said it all. I pointed at the sandwiches. “Eat.”
“Yes, Dad,” he grumbled, but still picked it up. My own stomach rumbled, reminding me it had been a while since I’d eaten too. I leaned against his desk, and for a few minutes, both of us ate in silence.
Once Luca finished both his sandwiches and half of my second one, I could tell he was itching to get back to work. “Luc, seriously. You need rest. We all do. There’s nothing we can do until tomorrow. We’re safe here.”
Luca was about to protest when there was a knock on the door and Skye strolled in. His eyes scanned both of us up and down and he waggled his eyebrows. “Damn, I was hoping I’d be interrupting something, but you both have way too many clothes on for that.”
That got Luca to laugh as I shook my head. “C’mere, slut,” I called, enjoying Skye’s involuntary breath hitch. I’d never met someone who reacted more viscerally to verbal humiliation than Skye did. “I think our boss could use a distraction.”
Before Luca could say a word, Skye had the door kicked shut and locked it then sauntered over to us. His eyes were fixed on Luca, and I knew he was fucking transfixed. Hell, so was I.
Skye stood in front of us. His hands gripped the bottom of his ridiculous T-shirt as he slowly, so fucking slowly, pulled it over his head.
Luca growled. He roughly grabbed Skye’s hips, causing him to stagger a few steps forward. “Fucking tease.” Skye moaned as Luca nipped at his hip bone. The T-shirt hit the floor.
“Stop playing, slut,” I added, coming around the chair to stand directly behind Skye. I loved the way he shivered when my big hand circled his neck. “Your boss had a really stressful day. He needs to use his toy to unwind.” I squeezed, just enough to have him stilling, not enough to take his air, though Skye fucking loved that. “And a needy, shameless hole like yours is good to be used. Isn’t that right, toy?”
Skye groaned and rocked back into me, his ass grinding right over my quickly hardening dick. I slapped his ass over his jeans. “Enough of that. Pants off, toy. Let your boss take what he needs.”
Luca sucked in a breath while Skye continued to groan. He finally got enough functioning in his brain to fumble at his waistband. I bit his neck and helped him along by shoving the jeans down to his knees. Before he could kick them off, though, I pushed him roughly to his knees in between Luca’s spread legs. While I was playing with Skye, Luca loosened his own pants and freed his hard, veiny cock. Fuck. I wasn’t much for bottoming or giving blowjobs—except sometimes as a reward for very good boys—but Luca’s cock had had me questioning my position on more than one occasion. It was thick and fairly long, and the way Skye looked at it like it was a meal at a Michelin star restaurant had me licking my lips and my own cock straining painfully in its confines.
Skye was already crawling toward it, begging for a taste as I pulled down my shorts and palmed my dick.
CHAPTER 8
SKYE
Luca didn’t lethimself lose his perfectly maintained control often, so when he did, it was something Mav and I noticed right away, and we wanted to do what we could to help him.
The tip of my tonguejustgrazed Luca’s tip when his fingers curled in my hair, pulling me back and just out of reach. Mav came behind me, his legs straddling my feet, his front pressed against my back, his presence sending goose bumps up and down my spine.
“You really are greedy for it, huh?” Luca asked cruelly, his eyes hot and heavy, bearing down on my face.
Luca wasn’t sadistic, not the way Mav was, but there were times when he needed that side of him to shine, and I was more than happy to help there.
“Yes, Boss. Fuck, I need it.”
Luca hummed, but instead of allowing me to taste him, he slapped his dick against my cheek a couple times, leaving a trail of precum behind him. I tried to reach for it with my tongue, but Mav covered my mouth with his big ass hand.
“Mm-hmmm” I mumbled, the only thing I could manage.
Mav laughed, holding me in place. Luca had released my hair and was running his thumb over the bridge of my nose, smilingdown at me with a fondness people usually reserved for their pets. The look went straight to my core and I whined, trying to fight against Mav’s hold. I wanted . . . I needed . . .
