Page 36 of At The End Of The Day

His eyelids rounded and his Adam’s apple lurched. Very slowly, he roamed his focus along me, as well…and my insides shuddered with excitement. “Uh, yeah,” he grumbled, turning to face me fully.

“Sorry you’re missing it. You’d been planning it for months.”

A shoulder rolling, he took a drag, averting his gaze. “No big deal.”

“I mean, it kinda is. It’s your birthday and you really wanted to go on that trip.”

A second time, he checked me out while pulling a long, deep breath of nicotine into his lungs. As he exhaled, he said, “Well, sometimes things change.”

“Something’s changed?” I asked, daring a step closer.

He bristled, his gaze a little frantic. “Honestly, I dunno.”

Well, that felt like a knee to the groin.

He huffed and shifted his weight to peer out the window. “Everything’s changed now, Dash. Jackyl is now our enemy and my sister and her kids are being hunted.”

“We’re all being hunted, Vin.”

His brows shot upward as he returned his gaze to mine. “I know. Everything has changed.”

Stiffly nodding, a knot in my throat, I whispered, “Yes, it has,” cupped his nape, and pulled him closer for a heated but gentle kiss.

He groaned, his free hand splaying across my back. Our tongues mingling, my head tipped to get even closer, my fingers adding pressure to keep him near. His hand traveling lower, it cupped an ass cheek and pulled me against his erection.

Suddenly frantic, I pulled away, snatched his cigarette, and tossed them both on the desk. Overwhelmed with a lust I was unfamiliar with, I tugged at his shirt, yanking it off and throwing it to the floor.

“Oh, shit,” he panted, gazing at me in astonishment.

Grabbing the sides of his head, I kissed him again, harder, with more desperation. After finally managing an orgasm the night before to just be unfulfilled, I was even more frustrated than before when I couldn’t cum, at all. I needed this man to give that ultimate sense of satisfaction that had been eluding me since the moment he touched me intimately.

He grunted and began fumbling with my sweats, but the string got tangled. I thrust, desperate to feel him touching me. Groaning, he turned his wrist and cupped with a firm squeeze that had me coughing, breaking the kiss. Our foreheads together, my eyelids were clenched.

“Please, Vinny,” I rasped, still holding his head. “Oh, shit, please make me cum.”

He scattered little kisses all over my face, making his way to my ear. His teeth nipping, I shuddered, every hair standing on end. “You ready to cum for me, baby?”

“Oh, fuck yeah, I’m so goddamn ready. I need this.”

He chuckled, the tip of his tongue swirling around my ear. “As soon as I get these fucking pants off you, I’m going to make you feel so goddamn good, Dario.”

Again, I shuddered, needles prickling down my spine. Afraid to open my eyes that I might lose my balance because the world was tipping sideways, I clung to him, my hot breaths bouncing off his face back into mine. “Yes, oh, fuck, yeah, I want that. Cut them. Just fucking cut them off and fuck me.”

Stunned I said those words, I choked on a gasp, my eyelids snatching wide to gaze into his shocked stare. Did I mean that? Holy shit, I did!

Vincent was frozen, no longer even breathing. “Dario.”

Falling back into the haze, my lashes fluttered closed, my tongue snaking out to flick at his mouth. “Oh, shit, Vinny, I want your cock inside me.”

A long, husky, animalistic growl vibrated through my chest from his. Suddenly, he was manic, tearing at my clothes, his nails scratching my chest. He bit my bottom lip, and I groaned, slumping into his frame, a palm slapping to the window over his shoulder. Our hips grinding together, his cock was rubbing against mine, throwing me into a pool of fire that scorched me from the inside out.

The wall vibrated from the back door slamming downstairs and we came to an abrupt halt. Gazing into one another’s eyes, we were panting, our lips still touching.

“Vinny?” Violetta called out from the foyer. “I’m making the kids some ice cream. You guys want anything?”

My stomach cramped and my dick jerked, needing to finish this more than I needed air in my lungs. I gulped, praying she left us alone. What the hell was she doing back already? She just left!

“Vinny? Dash.”