The ass pounding. The hot release. All of that added up to one maelstrom of sensation that ripped my orgasm from me with a loud groan. I dropped my head back onto the bed as my cock erupted and every last ounce of strength was pulled from my body.
Lany’s eyes fluttered, and a deep groan fell from his lips as he shuddered. He dropped down and rested his body on top of mine. His hand stroked down my chest as his rapid panting slowed.
I smiled when Lany reached up and brushed the sweat-dampened hair back from his face. Even covered in sweat and spunk, the man was still adorable.
“Ti amo, Lany.”
“Mmm.” Lany’s smile could have lit up the world. “I love you, too, Sal.”
Chapter Seventeen
Lany
“I’m glad your father is okay, Eddie.”
It would have been devastating if he wasn’t.
“How soon until he can go home?”
“Another couple of days,” Eddie replied. “Because it was a chest wound, the doctor wants to have him stay for a little longer, just to be sure there’s no lasting damage.”
“And he’s going to make a full recovery?”
“He should. He’s still going to have to take it easy for a little while, but my mother is taking care of him. If that isn’t an incentive to get better, I don’t know what is.”
I laughed because I knew exactly what Eddie was talking about. When I was sick, my mother cared for me. I got better real quick.
“Any word on the case?”
Sal had been taken off the investigation since he was part of the case, and my uncle was still pissed at me for driving the SUV through the front window of the art gallery, so he wasn’t talking to me.
Luckily, Sal had talked him out of tossing me in jail.
“Freddie pled guilty to kidnapping and assault. He cut a deal to testify against Jeremy, so he’s only getting five years. The guys from the art gallery are only being charged with assault and damage to private property. They will probably only get a few months.”
“And Jeremy?”
“Man.” Eddie chuckled. “They locked his loony ass up.”
Couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy.
I heard a beep on my phone.
“Oh, hold on, Eddie. I have another call.”
“Why don’t I just let you go. I want to head up and see my father before I have to go back to the gallery. After Uncle Vinnie insisted on paying for all the damages, the gallery owner agreed to still let us have the art show there. We’re planning on waiting for my father to be healed up so he can attend.”
I grinned even though Eddie couldn’t see it. “Nice.”
I knew how important that art show was to Eddie and his friends. I was glad they still got to have it. “I’ll expect an invitation.”
“You have to be there,” Eddie replied. “Your mother is still catering it.”
I laughed as I hung up. I was glad my mother was still involved. If anyone could make sure that art show went off without a hitch, it was Cynthia Harris. I doubted there was much she couldn’t do.
I quickly clicked over when my phone buzzed again. “Hello?”
“Good afternoon, Mr. Lany,” Jenson said. “You have a visitor. A Mr. VincentCastellano. Shall I send him up?”
