I was getting distracted by his abs, and I realized it would not be fair of me to spring a move on him either in the throes of passion or immediately after, so I lay him on the bed and lay down next to him, trying to keep my hands to myself. “Wait,” I said when he reached for my own shirt. “Listen to this, first.”
And so I told him about Luca D’Amato’s request that I leave New York City, travel across the country, and try to repair our relationships with the West Coast Families. “And while we’re out there—”
“We find Greco!” Bax said, his eyes lighting up. His mouth firmed in determination, and I was reminded once again why I loved this man so much. He would never back down from a fight.
With just a little more training in the field, he’d be the perfect partner in crime—so to speak.
“What do you think?” I asked, and I couldn’t resist tracing my fingertips across his lips. They always seemed so impossibly pink and plump.
Irresistible.
“I think…” He paused to suck on my finger for a moment. “I think it’d be nice to have a change of scenery. Luca and Finch have been very gracious, but if I stay in this townhouse much longer, I’m gonna go fucking insane.”
I laughed. “Well, we can’t have that.”
He grinned along, but his smile morphed into a searching look. “What about you, though? It’s a big ask to walk away from New York. From your Family.”
“To tell you the truth, kid, I think it’s time I left New York behind me. Don’t get me wrong—I’ll always be a Morelli. No matter what.” I waited a moment, gave him a chance to protest, but he said nothing, just nodded. “And one day, maybe we’ll be able to come back here and live out in the open. Prove your innocence, and get justice for Hanson and Bachman and all the other dead. But until then, I feel just fine putting some distance between us and this city.”
Bax smiled, and my heart jumped. I’d never get tired of seeing his smile. “Then, fuck, yeah. Let’s do it. Let’s head out West. Where first?”
“San Francisco, the Boss suggested.” Livio Bracca was running a syndicate out there, much smaller than any of the New York Families, but it was a good place to start. Bracca was gay himself, though not so out and proud as Luca.
“Oh. Neat,” Bax said, and I had to laugh at the disappointment in his voice. “I mean, San Fran is cool. But I kind of wondered what Vegas would be like.”
“Mm. We’ll get there eventually, but things in Vegas might be a little trickier.” There was a lot Baxter Flynn didn’t know about Family business, and I didn’t want him drenched in it, up to his neck. I wanted him safe, and the less he knew about some aspects, the better. “We can figure all that out later. For now, though…” I put his hands back on my shirt and practically helped him unbutton it.
“How do you want me?” he asked, once we were both naked.
I kissed down his neck. “Thought I’d be daring. Switch it up a little. I liked what we did this morning, but you seemed to enjoy it so much, I want to try it from your position.”
His eyebrows just about flew off, they shot up so fast. “Are you—you want me to—?”
I kissed him, gave that bottom lip a tug with my teeth. “Sure. Why not?”
“Well—have you ever—have you ever bottomed before?” He got the question out eventually, but he still looked so surprised that it made me laugh.
“Nope. But that was only because…well, most of my life I didn’t have much opportunity to experiment. I feel like I have some catching up to do. And I’d like to do that catching up with you.”
“It would be my honor,” Bax said, with faux seriousness, “to be the first dick in your ass.” Part of me wanted to call it off there and then, but Bax was staring at me with delight. “Oh my God—you’reblushing.” He grinned, wide and joyful, and I swallowed down my pride, let him have his fun. “I’ll go slow, I promise.”
“You’d better.”
He paused. “You’re sure your arm is okay?”
“Come on, kid. Let’s do this before I back out.”
He tried to hide his smirk, but I caught it. “You’re right,” he said, turning away to grab the lube. “I don’t wanna miss my chance. Okay. Legs open.” He turned back to see me with my legs bent up, feet on the bed, and spread wide. I was already stroking my cock, hoping like hell this wasn’t a mistake.
“Let’s get on with it,” I said again.
“It’s not a medical procedure,” Bax scolded. “And I want you to enjoy it. Now relax. Let me take care of you.”
I gave a long-suffering sigh, but did as I was asked and tried to relax. Bax took his time, rubbing slowly up and down my ass crack, soaking my hole, concentrating on the sensitive nerve endings. I didn’t have to pretend to enjoy it, or pretend to relax. It was sexy as hell, and as I caught Bax’s eye, I could tell he thought the same. He waited until my body was begging for it before he pushed a finger gently into my ass, just one, and I sighed as my ring clenched around the intrusion.
“Oh, fuck, Angelo, you’re so hot like this you don’t even know.”
I gave a breathless half-chuckle in response, and Bax leaned over me, pushing in deeper. “You like that, don’t you? Let me take care of you, open you up for my cock.”
