Page 108 of Attraction (Mobsters + Billionaires 3)
Tears fall, drifting over bruised, glued-together skin, and I come softly in the palm of his hand. This is us, this is right, and I’ve never felt safer in my entire life.
27
LUCA
Fordand I have hidden away in my apartment for three days now, mostly in bed, holding one another, watching Netflix, kissing, and getting each other off with our hands and mouths.
We’re ignoring the big news story that’s setting Manhattan abuzz. A body was found on a garbage barge headed out to sea, and it’s thought to be that of missing finance mogul Ciaran O’Shea. Hopper did a good job setting that up.
Nobody’s going to find the Byrne brothers. I hear it involves Rand’s plane and alligators, but I’m not asking for details.
I still have the Byrne family to contend with, but Ford is my priority right now. Hughes’ intel says Dominick, now the de facto boss of the Byrne family, has no intention of coming after Ford. I don’t know if that’s because he knows what me and mine are capable of or if he’s biding his time.
Things aren’t done between our families, not by a long shot. And I’ll do everything in my power to keep Ford—all of our friends, really—away from that.
Given everything, I assumed sex might be off the table for a while. But as I hover over Ford, the need and want in his eyes could not be clearer. He’s asked me to go without a condom, and I’m dizzy with the prospect.
“Are you sure?” I ask, looking down at my beautiful green-eyed man. His bruising, while better, is still a punch to the gut.
He nods, reaching up to touch my face. “I need it. Please, Luca. I need it.”
Kissing him gently, I allow my hands to roam. He holds up the bottle of lube, placing several drops on my fingers. Still kissing him, I reach below him, parting his cheeks to spread the slick over the tightly furled bud.
He moans, and I pull back. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. That was a good moan, not a bad moan.”
A relieved smile takes over my face, and I double down on the kissing and touching. Little by little, the muscles soften, and I dip my finger inside the tight clench of his body.
“I can’t wait to be inside of you again,” I say, nipping at the shell of his ear.
Ford relaxes a bit more, and I slip more lube and fingers inside him. We’re going slow, in no big rush, and as difficult as it is to hold back, it’s not difficult at all.
Finally, when he’s fully prepared and begging, I slowly push inside him, bare. His eyes fly open, and I still my hips.
“Don’t stop,” he pants out. “Please…don’t stop.”
I kiss his nose, then his lips, sliding farther inside, reveling in his tight heat.
“We feel so good together, baby,” I say, drowning in another round of his soft, addictive kisses.
“Yeah, we do.”
I thrust a little stronger with each stroke, and he wraps his legs around me, pulling me in, beggingdeeper, deeper.
I comply, controlling the thrusts so as not to hurt him or set him off. He slaps my ass, which forces a laugh out of me.
“Are we into spanking now?” I ask, grinning broadly.
“No. That’s a serious smack. Stop holding back. Fuck me.”
“Alright, little bird. You’ve got it.”
I grip the sheets on either side of his head and snap my hips forward. I unwind his legs and drag them over my shoulders, and he arches into the stroke, his face pure bliss. Before having him in my bed, it was my inner mobster who wanted to be responsible for all his orgasms.
But now it’s me—Luca—who needs the way Ford gives himself over with such abandon. I cradle him, stroking fast and deep, the clench of his body pulling me along with him, going over together.
Okay, the mobster in me is a little happy when I come inside him, knowing that no one else ever has or ever will again.
