“What? Why?”
“Because I want to see the way your eyes dilate and how you bite your lips just before your breathing hitches when you come.”
“Is there a but coming?” I murmur against his lips.
Matteo winds my hair up tighter, craning my neck back before his lips suck against the column of my neck. “Nope. I already told you PDA is a weakness of mine.” Matteo drops his hand from my waist to tug down his shorts, so I can see the head of his cock. “I wish we had more people around us, but I can’t leave you hanging just because I’d like a larger audience.”
I make a noise that sounds overly needy, even to me.
He sits up, crossing his legs so I’m seated on his lap, my legs behind him.
“I watched Valentine touching you at lunch and have never come so close to killing him.” He scoops an arm under my ass before fiddling with his shorts, pulling them down enough so his cock is free, and then he hitches mine to the side and drops me straight down on him. The stretch and burn is to die for. “Ride my cock and scream my name. Hopefully, half the park comes running at the noise.”
Matteo makes it blatantly obvious what we’re doing too. He doesn’t let his movements be small and subtle; he basically bends me backward before getting Kama Sutra in his positions as he rails into my body.
“God, I love the way you make me feel,” I say with a groan when he slows down, teasing my clit just by the way he looks at it.
“I love the way you make me feel like I don’t need a knot to pleasure you,” he admits.
“You don’t. You, Matteo, exactly the way you are, is what I need,” I confess as easily as he does.
“Come on, Layne, show me how I make you feel. Soak my cock with your pussy juices, so I can give you all this.” He growls, dropping a hand to squeeze his balls.
I wrap one arm around his shoulders, holding him so tight, I worry I might suffocate him, but I feel the way parts of him melt against me. I whimper like a porn star every time he hits me deeper, and it seems like forever, but it’s over way too soon when I drop my mouth to his throat to muffle my scream as I come.
“Fuck, yes, ride me and squeeze my dick.” He grunts loudly, his hips fucking up harder, faster.
Opening my mouth, I clamp my teeth over his scent gland and bite down hard enough to set him off. Matteo grunts loudly as he erupts inside me.
Then he peppers kisses all over my face before he kisses me slowly on the lips like we have all the time, and privacy, in the world. He doesn’t stop when his cock softens, he doesn’t stop when Edward jumps to his feet and trots away, he doesn’t stop kissing me until he is ready.
His brown eyes are like whiskey in the sunshine, and there’s this pause between us. It’s the same as with Valentine in the shower, where I get this bone-jarring realization that their words and actions keep reaffirming that they are in this one hundred percent.
And then, eerily similar to how Valentine confirmed it too, Matteo grabs my face, his fingers digging into my skin with the tenderest of touches and the smallest of shakes. “This. Is. Real. Fall with me. Please.”
27
Layne
Ido the walk of shame while Matteo is next to me, looking like the Cheshire Cat.
“Would you stop!” I growl when he keeps smiling and whistling the entire way back to the apartment.
“No. That is what life is about. Doing what we want, when we want, and being powerful enough to know we own the moment.”
“So sure,” I grumble, curling under his arm while we wait for the lights to turn green to cross over to the right side of the road.
Ahead of us, there’s a volley of rapid gunfire. Exploding glass follows right after, and my stomach hollows.
One moment, we’re laughing, and the next, the dogs are buffering me from both sides, and someone I have never seen is standing in front of me and Matteo. He is so fast but Matteo is faster. Matteo turns and ensures all his focus is on making me feel safe and protected, even pulling up the hood of my sweatshirt so I stay hidden away.
“Stay behind Leon. He is one of ours. I’m behind you and the dogs are here. No one is getting you.”
Matteo digs his phone out of his pocket, and I realize it’s ringing, but I didn’t hear anything over my panic. My heart pounds so loudly, it’s blocking everything out. As soon as I recognize I’m panicked, I calm, which sounds really fucking weird, but I’ve faced worst, and a big part of me knows that.
By the time I’ve taken a handful of breaths, I’ve gotten my head back in the game and a surge of anger licks over me.
“What’s going on?” the man next to Matteo asks.
