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I didn’t.

I kissed him because it felt right. It felt like a friendship that had somewhere along the line turned into something more, and neither of us had even seen it coming.

Maybe he wasn’t ready for it.

But I was suddenly sure I was. I didn’t want to just watch him while he fucked Lynx or Nyah. I wanted more.

He smelled like him. Not the dirt and blood and grime that so often covered him. But the scent that was just uniquely his. The one I’d fallen asleep next to every night in that church while we’d huddled together for warmth, not even sure we were going to make it out alive.

He shook his head and shoved me away. “Stop fucking playing with me.”

I pushed my hand down the front of his underwear. “No.”

He groaned, leaning his forehead to mine, our breaths mingling while I stroked him. Having someone else’s cock in my hand was a new experience, but his breath changed, becoming shorter and sharper, and his lips instinctively sought mine.

This time, he kissed me back. I moaned into his mouth, his tongue pressing against mine, the two of us falling into a kiss that should have felt wrong but just didn’t. I grabbed the back of his head with my free hand, jerking him harder and faster while I kissed him, something deep inside me settling at touching him like this. Like it had been an unspoken question between us, one I hadn’t even been aware of until I’d really gotten to know him and realized there was so much of him to like when he wasn’t being Luca the Mafia Killer.

He thrust his hips toward my hand, and my dick got hard at touching him like this. He panted on my lips, precum beading on the head of his cock.

I wanted to taste him. Wanted to get on my knees and see what it felt like to have his cock in my mouth.

But I couldn’t stop kissing him. And he held me just as tightly as I held him, like his body was realizing at the same time I was that maybe there could be more than just a friendship between us.

It didn’t replace the way I felt about Nyah.

It only made me want her more. Want her in the middle of this.

“Fuck,” Luca groaned. “I need to come.”

All I knew about getting guys off was what I liked. So I pumped his shaft while I kissed him then reached between his legs to squeeze his balls.

He groaned, leaning heavily on me, his mouth landing somewhere between my shoulder and my neck. He buried his face there, his hips jerking as he ground himself into my hand, his hot, thick, white cum spilling over my fingers while he moaned out his release.

He breathed there for a minute, his chest rising and falling, neither of us moving, my hand still wrapped around his dick, a mess covering my fingers.

Eventually, his breaths slowed, and he leaned back on the good part of the railing, creating a little space between us.

He grinned at me, that arrogant smile he was well known for. “Your first hand job?”

“First one I’ve given to someone else.”

He laughed. “Did it scratch the itch? You ready to go back to pussy now?”

I was. Because I’d wanted Nyah from the moment I’d met her and I always would. Nothing could ever change that.

But that didn’t mean I didn’t like what he and I had done here.

He dragged up his pants and tucked his dick back inside them.

I leaned in and kissed him again.

He pulled back in surprise, his eyes searching mine. “You don’t owe me anything, Dax. Your apology is accepted.”

I shook my head. “None of that was an apology. It was only because I wanted to.”

His eyes searched mine. “What else do you want? Because you’re looking at me like you’re disappointed you didn’t get to do more.”

I nodded toward the bedroom, where Lynx and Nyah sat, the two of them watching us. “I do.”