Page 49 of Lucky Boys
“Luc,” I whispered, my voice caught in my throat.
Rough fingers touched my cheek as he leaned forward, the whiskey on his breath washing over my senses. “I’m tired of waiting, Wes. You know how I feel about you, how much I want you. I don’t want to leave the country without making that clear. I love you. I’ve loved you since we were scared kids with more balls than sense. I loved you as you pushed me away, determined to find that Nuclear family suburban life, and I love you now. Stop fighting this, Wes. We could be so fucking perfect.”
My breath hitched and I felt dizzy. I loved Luca too, I always had, but the things that had me hesitating hadn’t changed. He had a good thing with Mav and Skye. He loved them. How could I interfere with that? How could I compete?
“Tell me what you’re thinking, love,” Luca whispered.
“You’re with Mav and Skye. You love them.”
“I do. I can love them and you. And Brooks. My heart is big enough for all of you. It’s not a competition, Wes. You’re all my family. You’re all mine.”
It would be so easy to give in. I understood it all—I did. Their relationship was everything. I wouldn’t be ruining it or getting in between. I’d be adding to it. “What if things don’t work out? I can’t lose you, Luc.”
He brought his face closer so his lips brushed against mine. They parted against my will, and I so desperately wanted to lean forward, get more pressure.
“You won’t, love. You’ll never lose me, no matter what.”
Fuck. I wanted to believe him. It was all I ever wanted.
“I have feelings for Diego. I want to explore them.”
“Of course, love. As long as Diego wants that too, I’d never get in the way. You know that.”
I was done fighting. What was the point? This man had always had me in a choke hold, and that would never change. The battle had been lost from the moment it had begun, and it was time for me to finally accept surrender.
I leaned forward, my lips firmer against Luca’s.
It was all the answer he needed. His other hand cupped the back of my head as he deepened the kiss, his tongue pushing between my parted lips.
I opened immediately, letting him in. I didn’t have any fight left. I was used to being the one in control, being the one that took, but just this once, I let Luca take and I just felt.
My beer slipped from my hands, clamoring to the ground with a loud clunk. I ignored it, my fingers slipping in Luca’s soft, thick hair, holding him in place as he continued to plunder my mouth.
“Fuck,” he cursed, pulling away just enough for us to take some staggering breaths.
I didn’t let him breathe for long though. He awakened something in me, and I needed more. I needed Luca as much as air.
I attacked his mouth again. I was no longer in my chair, but kneeling in between his legs on the hard ground. My knees would likely hate me later, but I didn’t care. I needed to be closer. I needed to feel Luca in every way possible.
“Fucking finally.” The voice off to the side had me opening my eyes. Brooks and Skye stood there, both grinning with heated looks in their eyes. Skye had his arm wrapped around Brooks, and he kissed the side of his head with a laugh at whatever Brooks had muttered under his breath. The brief moment of worry I’d felt about how they’d react evaporated.
Luca scowled at them. “Don’t you two have somewhere else to be?”
“Not really, boss,” Skye replied. “I mean, if you keep claiming your men out in the yard, I’m gonna keep watching.”
“For real,” Brooks piped up. “I mean, there’s plenty of rooms in that mansion you call a home. Yet you keep doing this outside. I think you like an audience.”
Luca’s eyes narrowed, but he was trying to keep in his laughter. My head was all over the place and I couldn’t contribute to the conversation if I wanted to. All I knew was that I would explode if I didn’t touch Luca soon.
“Just wait and you’ll find out all kinds of things I’d do to you with an audience, trouble.”
Brooks shivered, his tongue peeking out between his teeth to play with his lip ring. Yeah, he liked that idea.
“Boys, leave. Now.” Luca’s tone brooked no argument.
Skye sighed heavily, like he was seriously put out by the order. “We’re going. We’re going.” He took Brooks’s hand. “Don’t worry, I know plenty of places to hide where he won’t know we’re watching,” Skye staged-whispered then all but sprinted out of here, dragging a laughing Brooks with him.
Luca feigned like he was going to chase them, but I grabbed his chin, bringing his attention back to me. I didn’t care if they watched.
