Page 31 of Third Crime's A Charm
“Carmine was a pro bono case. He could have gone away for shooting a man in the course of a robbery but I could tell he’d been forced to do it and felt like hell because someone almost died. It would have been a waste to lock up a good kid because he worked for a rotten prick like Jimmy Malone. I got Carmine a deal with community service and therapy and then I hired him. He’s a bright kid and I can trust him to keep his mouth shut about my business.”
Matteo looked surprised as he picked up his fork and poked at the blueberries on his cake. It wasn’t as sweet as a dessert cake, similar to many of the cakes he had grown up with in Austria and Italy, Truman had learned. Matteo’s most frequent complaint about American desserts was that they were way toosweet but he devoured the blueberry cake and muffins from Tate’s whenever Donna brought them.
“Besides, I associate with princes now,” Truman said while arranging the flowers, then added water to the vase. He turned with it and found Matteo frowning at his plate. “What?” Truman asked, hitching a brow.
“I had my doubts and wasn’t sure we could sell this but you’re a better actor than I am.” He sounded disappointed, making Truman chuckle as he set the vase in front of Matteo.
“It’s the easiest role I’ve ever played,” Truman said as he came around and dropped onto the stool next to Matteo’s. He leaned in close, grinning. “Who doesn’t want to date a sexy European prince? I can think of worse gigs.”
“Like dating a sleazy attorney?” Matteo said sweetly and Truman laughed.
“Touché.” His gaze caught on Matteo’s lips. “I’m trying to make amends and prove I’m not a monster.” He sighed as he cupped Matteo’s cheek. “Remember what you said the other day about making the most of your time? Let’s make the most of this weekend and stop pretending.” His thumb brushed over Matteo’s dimple and his lips. “Aren’t you tired of the games and fighting? Think of all the fun we could be having.”
“You brought me to plan a heist, not to fuck you,” Matteo said, his brow furrowing and his lips tightening.
Danger!
Why would Truman set himself up like that? “I know! I didn’t mean?—”
“Listen, Truman.” Matteo rose and pointed at him. “I’ll do a lot for the sake of a job but I have my limits.Idon’t use sex as a trap or to get what I want. I have brains and talent,” he said, giving Truman’s chest a jab. “That’sallyou’re getting.”
“I know and I’m sorry! I’m sorry about the night we met and wish I had listened to my heart, instead of my gut.”
Matteo leaned away, his eyes widening. “What are you talking about?”
“You want the truth?” Truman asked and Matteo nodded quickly. “I almost got carried away that night and asked you not to steal from me but I thought… I didn’t want to come off as weak and I had to be sure you could do it.” He was being sincere. Truman’s life would have been much more peaceful if he had been straight with Matteo but his ego got in the way. He believed that seducing Matteo would stop him from stealing the diamonds and make him a willing partner in the theft of the star, ironically.
“No, you didn’t,” Matteo said as he swiped his coffee off the table and stormed out of the kitchen. “You could have told me you’d figured it out and that you wanted to hire me. I could have done a demonstration, if you needed proof that I could open the safe.Youdecided there had to be a trap and used sex to get my guard down.” He stormed around the corner and the bedroom door slammed.
“I don’t enjoy this part of the boyfriend experience,” Truman said, rubbing his temple as it ached. He knew what came next and went to get it over with.
“I’m sorry, Matteo.” He gave the door a soft knock and leaned against the jamb. “I should have come clean before I had sex with you. But I thought you’d change your mind and leave the diamonds so I waited. I thought you’d choose me over the job and that I’d look like a god to Neville and Carmine.”
The door pulled open and Matteo’s nostrils flared. “You wanted to impress Neville and Carmine?” he asked loudly.
“I also wanted to get laid,” Truman added with an apologetic wince. He hadn’t been able to stop and didn’t want to break the spell. Matteo had been so perfect, playfully teasing Truman and bringing his hottest fantasies to life. Somehow, Matteo had seenpast Truman’s cool, careful facade and grabbed the animal he’d worked so well to hide.
“If I hadn’t felt cheap and gross before, I do now.” Matteo shook his head, seething. “I don’t have sex with people for money and I don’t play games with people’s minds.” Matteo gave the belt on his robe a defiant tug and hissed when he caught Truman looking at his feet. “Never again!”
“Fine!” Truman said, throwing his hands up. “But for the record: I wasn’t implying that you were a sex worker and that isn’t why I brought you here. All I meant was that I’d rather eat your ass and feed you cake than fight with you but everything sets you off,” he complained and Matteo froze, stuck and staring for several seconds.
“Fine!” he eventually shot back and yanked open his robe. “But this is the last time,” he added before he grabbed the front of Truman’s shirt and pulled him into the room.
They kissed like they were still fighting and Matteo was rough as he shoved Truman onto the bed and attacked his belt and the fly of his shorts. He freed Truman’s cock and the robe was flung aside. Matteo crawled onto the bed and turned, facing away from Truman before throwing a leg over his chest.
A chorus of angels could be heard as Matteo sat back, grinding his hole against Truman’s mouth. Truman wrapped his arms around Matteo’s thighs, swearing in delight as he licked and sucked for all he was worth. Matteo was so sweet and soft, with a hint of soap and the faintest tang from his sweat, Truman would never stop craving the taste of his ass.
Mine.
He couldn’t tell Matteo, though. He’d fight even harder and Truman would never know peace. Instead, he used his tongue and fingers to wind Matteo up and make him wilder. But Matteo was killing Truman! One hand was tight around Truman’s cock, pumping as Matteo gagged softly and drooled around the head.
Just when Truman was convinced he’d touched Heaven, Matteo dismounted. He pulled Truman on top of him and ordered him to be rough. Happy to oblige, Truman got to his knees between Matteo’s thighs, taking a moment to coat his length with lube. He guided the head to Matteo’s hole, then slid all the way home, making him arch and twist on the bed.
“Yes! I want it hard!” he gasped out, twisting his fingers in the duvet and wrapping his legs around Truman’s waist. “Give it to me fast and fuck the cum out of me!” he begged and Truman could only nod, too overcome with love and lust to speak.
There would be bruises on Matteo’s hips and thighs but he made the most beautiful noises as Truman fucked him with as much brutality as he could muster. The swift, relentless clap of his pelvis against Matteo’s ass and their feral cries echoed through the silent house. Matteo came, squeezing tight around Truman as cum flicked onto his chest.
Truman gathered it up with his fingers, shoving them into his mouth, and the crisp tartness sent him tumbling over the edge. He came deep in Matteo’s ass, moaning with half of his hand still jammed in his mouth.
