“Which part?” Then he shook his head and sighed heavily. “No. Sal has an iron grip on his people. Alessandro would never go against him.”
“That’s good to know.” Inwardly, I marveled at how calm I was when talking about a mob boss potentially going after Tony’s family.
We moved to lighter topics of conversation and decided to explore Wilmington after lunch. I was happy to be moving around because I felt like I was coming out of my skin with anticipation. During our wanderings, we found the restaurant my sister had suggested and checked out the menu. The food looked good, and the place had a nice vibe.
When we got back to our hotel, I decided to shower to wash the travel ick off me. I’d just gotten in when the shower door opened and Tony’s big body pressed against me. I leaned back and hummed in contentment. “Hey there.”
He sank his teeth into the juncture of my neck and shoulder, sending a shiver down my spine. “Hey,” he said hoarsely. “How about I distract you?”
“You have the best ideas.”
He opened the bottle of lube he brought into the shower and poured a generous amount into his palm. He cupped my balls with one hand and stroked my hardening cock with the other. I groaned, and my hips jerked forward, looking for more friction. He let go of my sack and ran two fingers down my crease, finally resting them against my hole. “Yes,” I hissed. “Put them in me. Fuck me with your fingers.”
“You got it, baby.” He slid both fingers inside me, and I moaned at the stretch and burn.
I pressed my hips back against his hand. “More. Deeper.”
We found our rhythm as his fingers fucked into me, and I thrust into his fist. All too soon, I felt my orgasm build,spreading from the base of my spine down to my balls. “I’m close,” I ground out.
His grip around my dick tightened and his pace sped up. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “Come for me.”
My vision whited out as the pleasure coursed through me, nearly sending me to my knees. My cock throbbed in his hand as I watched my cum shoot into the tub and get washed down the drain.
Tony gently removed his fingers from my ass and wrapped his strong arms around me, his rock-hard cock pressed into my back. I turned and dropped to my knees, taking him down my throat in one swallow.
“Fuck!” Tony shouted. He fisted his hand in my hair and pulled out halfway. “Do you want me to fuck your face?” I nodded vigorously, not wanting to let go of his cock.
He tightened his grip on my hair and started shuttling his cock in and out of my mouth. My throat ached and tears streamed down my cheeks as I took him all the way. “That’s it,” he growled. “Take it. Take it all.” His dick got impossibly harder before he threw his head back with a roar and came down my throat.
I swallowed every drop before falling back on my heels, gasping for breath. I smiled up at him through the spray of water. “Best. Distraction. Ever.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
GREG
I stood in front of the restaurant, my hand tightly gripping Tony’s.
“I can do this,” I murmured to myself.
My brain helpfully reminded me of all the shitty things I’d said to my siblings when I was trying to convince them to do things my way. I knew I’d been floundering at the time, trying desperately to keep any sort of connection with someone who wasn’t Randy.
Tony squeezed my hand. “Yes, you can do this. They want to repair their relationships with you, or they wouldn’t be here.”
“Right.” I took a breath and blew it out slowly. “You’re right. I’m just nervous. Let’s go in.”
After telling the woman at the host station we were meeting someone, we made our way toward the back of the restaurant, where my sister had texted they’d been seated. I knew them as soon as I spotted them. I took in a sharp breath and blinked sudden tears from my eyes.
Becky spotted me before I could get to the table and jumped out of her seat to greet me. “Greg!” she cried as she threw her arms around me and held me tight.
When she finally let go, I stepped back to get a good look at her. She had grown from a gangly teenager to a beautiful young woman. Her hair, the same sandy-blond as mine, was cut in a cute bob that suited her heart-shaped face. “It’s so good to see you again.” I gestured Tony forward. “This is my boyfriend, Tony D’Angelo.”
Tony held out his hand. “Nice to finally meet you.”
Becky smiled at him. “Same.” She then took my hand and led me the rest of the way to the table where Ethan was seated.
He had also changed and grown. His blond hair had darkened over the years, and he sported a well-trimmed beard that matched his lumberjack build. Clearly, he took after our father. He rose slowly from his seat, his face a mask of uncertainty. I took the initiative and approached him with open arms. “Hey, Ethan.”
His eyes misted over, and he pulled me into a bone-crushing hug, nearly lifting me off my feet. “I’ve missed you so much, big brother.”
