Page 38 of The Fortunate Ones
He kissed the top of my head as he wrapped me in his embrace. “Thanks, sweetheart. I could use the pick-me-up; my eyes were starting to hurt.”
I tapped the black frame of his reading glasses. “Is that why you caved and put them on?” Before he’d finally given in to our nagging and gone to the eye doctor, the stubborn man would strain his eyes to the point of getting a migraine rather than admit he needed readers.
Luca made a face before burying his nose in my neck. I tilted my head to the side, giving him more access.
“Mm-hmm. And Skye told me I looked like Clark Kent last time he saw me with them on. It may have warmed me up to them.”
I laughed. If Clark Kent joined the mafia, maybe. But if that kept him from being ridiculous about it, then I’d take it.
“Good. You look sexy as fuck, and it keeps you from having migraines. It’s a win-win all around.” I jerked my head to the desk, where I’d put the cocoa and snacks. Cooking was still not my thing, but I could make a mean charcuterie board. I might have gone a little overboard with three different types of cheese cubes, meats, an assortment of crackers and breads, grapes, strawberries, and some dips. No olives, though, because Luc and I both shared a disgust of those. Maverick, on the other hand, would eat them by the jar and had even tried to sneak them on pizza—gross.
“Want some, Sir?”
“Please.” I leaned over, which would’ve been easier if Luca didn’t keep hold of my middle, but you wouldn’t catch me complaining, and picked up a cheese cube. Instead of letting me go, he just opened his mouth. Laughing, I popped it in between his teeth.
“Thank you, trouble. You’re too good to me.”
I didn’t like it when he said shit like that. “No, I’m not. I like taking care of you.”
Luca smiled softly. “I know you do. Sorry, I didn’t mean to imply anything by it.”
I sighed and relaxed into his hold, my way of letting him know I wasn’t upset.
“It’s okay. How’s everything going with this?” I pointed at the computer screen. “We missed you at dinner.” I felt a little guilty that I hadn’t tried to drag him down, but I had been busy coaxing Diego out of his hole, aka office. Then Everett had had a bad panic attack, and most of our attention had been on him. Mavhad gone up and forced Luca to eat, but our attention had been spread too thin to do more than that.
“Fuck. I’m sorry, trouble. I didn’t even realize I’d missed it until Mav brought me food. I-I’m doing it again, aren’t I?”
I shook my head before turning my face and kissing his arm. “Nah. It’s only been one day. We won’t let you get bad. Today was a lot.”
“Yeah, but I was gone for a bit, and then I went into hiding. I’m sorry. I missed you. I don’t want you to think I didn’t.”
I turned so I was straddling Luca’s lap and cupped his cheeks, enjoying the way his scruff felt against my hands. “I know you did. I missed you, too. I’m glad you and Wes are back. Things never feel right when we’re not all here.”
Luca kissed me, a smile on his lips. “I feel the same. Though”—he nipped at my lip—“I feel like you had something to do with the decor of our bungalow.”
I somehow managed not to laugh and widened my eyes, trying to give the best innocent expression I could manage.
“What?” I dramatically pressed my hand against my chest. “I was here. Literally a whole plane ride away. I could never.”
Luca narrowed his eyes playfully. “I don’t know. If anyone could find a way, it would be you and Skye.”
Not wrong. I just shrugged. “Personally, I thought it suited you.” I might have had nothing to do with the decor, but we had a good laugh when Diego had shown us the pictures. I’d known our bougie man would take issue with it.
There was a dangerous glint in Luca’s eye. The kind that made me shiver and thicken inside the cage I was wearing. I had been allowed to take it off for the few days Luca had been gone, to give myself a break, and because that was more a Luc thing than Mav’s. But I’d put it back on while we’d been waiting for everyone to get home with Everett. I ground against Luca now,so he felt the hardness of the cage through my pants. He hissed, pupils dilating. “Do you know what I think suits you, boy?”
Fuck, that tone. It melted my insides, fried my brains, made me nothing but putty in my Sir’s hands.
“N-no, Sir.” I could only imagine what he was thinking.
His thumb traced along my jawline and then over my lips. They parted on their own, without me giving any thought to it. He pushed the digit into the space, heavy on my tongue, but I didn’t move, even if I wanted to badly. My lips stayed parted and I only swallowed, waiting for permission.
“You on your knees, choking on my cock.” He grinned. “I think that suits you just fine, don’t you, trouble?”
“Yessir,” I said around his thumb, careful not to put any pressure on it. He removed it, wiping it on my cheek.
“Well, go on, sweetheart, show me where you belong.”
A tremor ran through my body as I climbed off Luca’s lap and fell to my knees in front of him. Once I was there, I wasn’t sure what he wanted from me, but one raised eyebrow in a “go on” gesture had me springing forward, toward the waistband of his pants.
