“Can we do this?” Bobby asks. “Can I have her?”
Eli makes an angry noise.
“Fine. Don’t approve. Do you want us to go somewhere else?”
“Fuck that,” Doc says. “If it’s not gonna be me, I wanna watch. Morelli, lighten the fuck up and give your blessing.”
“You’ve changed your tune,” Eli says coldly.
“Yeah. Did you see that pussy all spread out on the table?”
“You could withstand it.”
“What do you want from me? I’m just a man.”
Our eyes meet and Doc gives me a small wink. My heart glows. Domenico Valente is deranged and a criminal to his bones, but he can also be sweet.
Eli turns away. “Do whatever you want, then.”
Doc gets to his feet. His ripped jeans are all distorted from the front. “Tits, what’s the thing you want me to say?”
Suddenly my whole body feels lighter than air. “I told you; I’m sleeping with Bobby first.”
“And I told you, Tesorina; I like playing second string. Bobby can have his turn, then I’ll go and give you something to really scream about.” He flashes me his Elvis smirk. “What do you want me to say?”
I look at Bobby who grins and I can read his face like words.‘It doesn’t matter if it’s both of us, JJ. He’s a fucking idiot, but I love him too.’
I put a hand on my hip. “You need to say‘I, Domenico Valente, would have let January seduce me into escaping and I’ll no longer hold it over Adriano Rossior anyone else.”
“That’s more than what Basher said,” Doc grumbles, but he throws back his shoulders. “I, DomenicoSalvatoreValente, would have fucked January’s virgin pussy then driven her to the hospital and probably fuckin’ died when Parker put one in my head, so I’ll stop giving Adri shit about it.”
“Close enough,” I say, beaming.
Bobby urges me back onto the table and climbs on top of me. He unbuttons his shirt and I admire the heavy swell of his muscles.
“Here?” I ask.
He tosses his shirt aside. “I don’t see why not.”
Doc crosses the room, leans into the bar and pulls out a bottle of JB. “Hurry up, Basher. Let’s get this show on the road.”
“Fuck you. I’m taking my time. We only get to do this once.”
He gives me another slow kiss, guiding me back onto the wood. I grip his bicep right over the swordfish tattoo. I’ve never looked at it up close but there’s something familiar about the design. The swirling, almost dreamy colors. I think of Adriano’s left forearm, the fire-breathing dragon twisting up his wrist. The styles are similar.
“Did Adriano do this?” I ask.
Bobby nuzzles my neck. “He did.”
I smile. Hopefully now he and Doc and Bobby can be friends again. I’m all the more determined to make Eli admit his weakness, too. From the growing darkness on the far side of the room, I know he’s still watching.
Bobby licks my nipples, pulling them into his mouth with slow blissful draws. The ache between my legs becomes painful.
“I’m so glad we’re doing this,” Bobby says, stroking my clit with rough certainty. Knowing Doc and Eli are here is like having four extra hands on my skin. Soon my stomach is fizzing, and I can’t take it anymore. “Bobby…?”
“We’re almost there.” He presses his forehead to mine. “You know this won’t change how I see you? You’ll be as precious to me after, as you are now?”
I nod, suddenly shy again.
