“Exactly. Dad sent a bomb to us knowing I’d probably jump on it to save you. My own father, who blew up my wife and child, was willing to risk killing me if it meant getting to you.”
“He had to have known we wouldn’t let Beto in,” I say, rubbing Aron’s back slowly. “I doubt this was intended to kill either one of us. If anything, it was a blatant warning, one I fully intend to ignore.”
Aron’s eyes drift closed as I work the knots out of his back and shoulders. “Dad isn’t someone you should ignore, Matt. He learned from the best, after all. Tito taught him everything, taught him too well it seems. Dad got to everyone at the top of the Royal Syndicate, and now he’s lying in wait for … something. I don’t know what he’s got planned, but it can’t be good for us.”
I work my way down his back, kneading his hips. “We’ll get through this, Aron. Don’t let your dad and his schemes ruin things.”
He takes my hands and pulls them into his lap, rubbing my knuckles with his thumbs. “He already ruined things, Matt. We’re functioning on half the funds we used to, with only a handful of veterans who survived the explosions. We’ll have to train those new recruits you mentioned—after we recruit them, that is—and refill our coffers.”
“All of which is entirely possible.” I kiss his neck and pull him back against my chest. “Now, let’s get Javier out of our minds and focus on other things for a while.”
“You can’t fix everything with sex, Matt.”
“Maybe not,” I say, sliding a hand under the waistband of his boxers, “but it’s sure as hell fun to try.”
One of the benefits of knowing each other as well as we do is that Aron is fully aware of my ability to multitask. I’ve successfully run multimillion dollar criminal enterprises all while stuffing the ass of my latest conquest, so this is nothing new for me.
“Get on your knees, Aron.”
“Matt, this isn’t really the time.”
“Sure, it is.” Wrapping my hand around his shaft, I stroke him until he’s firm beneath my fingers. “See? You need this, Aron. You’re too tense. There’s only so much I can do by rubbing your back. Let me work some of this out of your system.”
I glide the pad of my thumb over his wet slit, and Aron moans. “Fuck … I can’t argue when you do that …”
“That, my love, is precisely the point. Now, get on your knees for me.”
He finally gives in and positions himself. I grab the lube from the nightstand and apply it liberally to my cock before taking two wet fingers and sliding them into Aron’s ass. He moans again and starts stroking himself while I leisurely fingerfuck him.
“You like that, Aron? Like it when I fill you? Just wait until I replace these fingers with my cock. I’m gonna fuck you hard, baby. Ride you till you come all over these designer sheets.”
“Please, Matt …”
“That’s it. Beg for me. Work for it.” I twist my fingers and add a third. “Come on, baby. Fuck my hand. Show me how much you want this.”
Aron pushes back, riding my fingers. He groans quietly, barely audible over the ruckus next door, but more than loud enough to excite me. I stroke his ass cheek with my free hand, giving him a gentle smack before pulling my fingers out to make way for my throbbing cock. It’s time for me to show Aron how he makes me feel.
I shudder and gasp when my tip pushes in, and Aron clenches around me. Everything about him is so firm and tight … I have to focus to keep from nutting too soon. I want to savor this.
Inch by inch, I ease in. Aron sighs, stiffens, but a whispered admonition from me prevents him from taking control. He should know better; I like to be in charge.
My eyes flutter closed as I begin to thrust. Our balls slap against each other, making a comical sound, but there's nothing humorous about this moment. It’s the perfect union of two men in love, the perfect physical manifestation of our emotional connection. Aron rises up on his knees from all fours to reach behind himself and grip my hair with both hands. The sting on my scalp eggs me on, and I thrust faster.
In the past, I’ve usually paired up with men who were smaller than me, shorter, with thinner frames. Even that no-name in the gym was a little smaller than me. Aron and I are about the same size, though, and I’m thrilled to fuck someone who’s a little bigger, a little meatier, and more muscular. This is absolutely perfect.
We grunt in time with my pumping hips. I bite Aron’s earlobe gently, and he turns his head to meet my lips. We devour each other like starved animals, like we’re feral.
Time stops. The world stops. Everything else is forgotten in our passion. Even Javier gets pushed to the back of my mind as I slam into his son.
It’s perfect.He’sperfect.
After coming almost in sync, Aron and I collapse in a tangled pile of limbs on the bed. We huff and pant, catching our breath, and as we explore each other’s bodies, we make out. Before I realize what’s happening, Aron has me hard again. He kisses his way down to my cock and sucks me off so expertly I’d almost swear he’s done this before, using lips, tongue, teeth, and hands to bring me to another explosive climax.
While I lie there trembling from the aftershocks, Aron snuggles up to me and strokes my hair, whispering soft promises of love and revenge.
“We’ll show Javier, baby. We’ll make him regret ever fucking with the Mangione family.”
Chapter 15
