Never Say Never (Vitale Brothers Book 4)

Chapter 32

”I”m a horrible father.”

”Shhhh.” Paolo sat on my back, his hands running over my bare skin as he massaged me. ”You”re not a horrible father, York. You”re a single father. It”s hard to keep up with everything.”

”That”s my job. It should be my only job.”

”Are you saying you want to be a stay-at-home dad?” he joked. ”That can be arranged.”

”Gianpaolo.”

”Damn, got in trouble,” he muttered to himself.

I smiled despite how shit I felt. Paolo had insisted on us having a quiet, relaxing day up until we tucked the girls into bed together. They had taken over his room, not wanting to be in such a big bed. Once they were down, he”d stripped me of my clothes, grabbed a bottle of lotion, and insisted on massaging away my emotions.

Not falling apart in front of the girls out in the hallway had been a feat in and of itself. I”d felt the prickle of tears, the rush of emotions, the devastation of knowing that my head had been so firmly planted up my ass that I had missed something so vital. I hated that. I needed to do better.

”I will do better,” I muttered to myself.

”You have me now, remember? This isn”t all on you anymore.” Paolo paused, his hands stilling on my back. ”I want to be here.”

My chest tightened. I knew he did. The one thing Paolo had made clear was that he wanted to be a part of our lives. Especially the night he drunkenly stumbled home. Hearing him say he loved me had forced me to confront the truth that I knew I couldn”t run away from; he loved me. But he didn”t even have to say it. I felt it in every interaction, heard it in the way he supported me. I”d known for a while. However, hearing it still took me apart and made me question everything.

”Stop overthinking,” Paolo said as he pressed his bare torso against my back. ”I know you are.”

”Yeah,” I admitted on a sigh. ”I am.”

”Knock it off. Close your eyes and feel this.”

For once, I listened to him. The feeling of his hands gliding over my skin and unbunching my muscles dragged a moan out of me. He did it again, gripping, and squeezing, and rubbing until I felt like I was going to melt into the mattress. With every touch, Paolo siphoned away my worries and anxieties and replaced them with serenity.

”I”m sorry I was right,” Paolo said. ”I really didn”t want to be, but that woman gave me bad vibes from the day I met her.”

I sighed. ”I can”t even argue with you. Seriously, I should have known better.”

”How could you know? She was a different person with you.”

Paolo kissed my ear, my cheek, my jaw. Every little peck that peppered my face made me want to sink into the bed even more. Just holding onto him felt good. He threaded his fingers through mine, they locked, and he shifted so he had access to my mouth. The moment he was close enough, he kissed me. A moan slipped from my lips. I raised my hips, pressing against him.

”Do you need more than a massage?” Paolo whispered.

I nodded. ”Yes.”

”Turn over.”

As soon as he released my hand, I wanted it back. I did as he said and shifted in bed until I was on my back. Paolo stripped off the sweats he”d been wearing. Well, the ones that he”d stolen from me. I liked seeing him in my clothes. When he was naked, I stared at his heavy cock. The way it weighed between his thighs only semi-hard was enticing.

”Wait,” I said. ”Let me taste you.”

Gianpaolo stopped with the bottle of lube in his hand. ”Really?”

”Yeah. I”ve been studying.”

He whistled. ”Leave it to my boss to study the art of the blow job.”

Paolo hopped into bed, bounced, and took my spot. I shook my head, moving between his thighs as he settled back. Leaning down, I traced my tongue up the side of his cock, and he groaned.

”I don”t even care if you”re still learning. The minute your tongue hits my dick, I lose it.”

That made stupid little butterflies flutter in my belly. I opened my mouth, wrapped my lips around his length, and sank down. Heat swirled around my mouth as he snapped his hips up, and I groaned. Paolo grabbed my free hand and held it once more, making me turn into a puddle all over again. His other hand pushed into my hair, nails scraping over my scalp as I remembered the videos I”d watched. I lifted up and down, sucking my cheeks in as I went.

”Oh, fuck. That”s new,” Paolo groaned. ”You really have been studying.”

I chuckled. He probably couldn”t tell, but I was beaming with pride. Even if at the time it had seemed crazy trying to look it up considering I was so over Paolo. Some part of me had known we would end up in this situation again. We always did. It was like we were drawn to each other; one stupid ass moth to one bonfire flame.

Which was which? I had no idea.

”Fuck, baby. You feel so good,” Paolo panted. ”I love when you fucking touch me. Nessuno è migliore di te.”

I hadn”t heard him speak Italian to me in a while. Sometimes he did when he was frustrated, but hearing it like this, when his cock was down my throat, made me hard. I wanted to satisfy myself, but I refrained. As much as I needed to feel good, I needed Paolo”s rough hands on my dick, jerking me off, or his hole wrapped around me more. Fuck, I just wanted to feel good with him.

My lips pulled free and he groaned. I traveled down his length and lashed his balls. The way he sucked in a sharp breath told me that I was doing something right. The more I tasted and teased him, the more he groaned and growled until he finally grabbed me by my chin and yanked my head up.

”Get up here and sit down, now.”

I chuckled. ”You seem hungry.”

”Not joking, York,” he snapped. ”Move it.”

Despite his warning that he wasn”t joking, I laughed anyway. I hadn”t seen him like that before, not from my lack of blow job skills. It was hot knowing I had that power over him. Thank god for studying. From now on, I would use it against him, make him see how it felt to be driven insane. As soon as I was seated, Paolo was crawling up my body. He situated himself over my cock and grabbed it.

His eyes locked onto mine as he slowly sank down on my dick. Bit by bit, I was swallowed whole by his greedy ass. I gripped his cheeks, spreading them more before I rubbed my finger against his stretched hole. I poked at it, prodding as he moved down more and a deep, guttural moan spilled from his chest as he held onto me for dear life.

”York,” he whispered as he leaned down and kissed me. ”You feel so damn good. So fucking good in my tight ass.”

My breath hitched in my throat. ”How do you think my cock feels? You”re so hot.” I grabbed his hips, raised them, and slammed Paolo back down. ”I love fucking your ass. It always looks so damn good when you walk around the house, all perky and demanding I screw you until I leave my cum deep in your hole.”

Paolo blinked. ”What?”

I raised him up and slammed him down again. ”I said, I want to dump my cum into your fucking ass until you”re so full it leaks out around my dick.”

Paolo continued to stare at me as if I”d grown a second head. I reached out, tweaked one of his nipples and laughed as he hissed.

”Hey!”

”Move your goddamn hips,” I barked. ”Now.”

”Yes, sir,” he groaned.

Paolo”s hands rested on my shoulders as he started to ride me earnestly. There was still so much I wanted to say to him, but I didn”t know if I was ready for any of that. For now, I just wanted to enjoy the fact that he was on my lap and in my arms. As he rode me, he leaned down and kissed my lips. Our tongues tangled, desperate and hot as I wrapped my arms around his waist and matched his movements.

”Shit.” Paolo shook as he slammed his hands against the headboard. ”Yes, yes, yes, baby, just like that. No one has the dick you do. You”re perfect, York. Fucking perfect.” His eyes met mine again. ”In every way.”

My heart skipped a beat. Our lips met again, more urgent and desperate than before. Every movement felt like we were melding together, two people dissolving into one.

I didn”t hate it.

My cock stiffened as I filled Paolo”s ass. I groaned, dragging him down my length repeatedly until he broke and came too. We fell into a heap on the bed together, panting and holding on to each other.

Paolo reached over and touched my cheek. Emotions flashed behind his eyes, but I couldn”t quite place them. My stomach tightened.

”York?”

I grabbed his hand and held it in mine. ”Don”t,” I warned him. ”Not yet, okay? I”m still figuring all of this out.”

He stared at me a little longer. ”All right,” he said finally. ”You want a shower and a snack? I could go for a sandwich.”

I smiled, grateful that he dropped the topic I most feared right now. Paolo leaned forward, placed a kiss on my lips, and bounced off the bed.

”A shower and sandwich sounds great,” I said, smiling as I watched him walk around the room.

”Good shit.” He stopped and smiled at me. ”I missed this. Us. It hurt.”

”Yes,” I agreed. ”I missed this too. Us,” I added.

The way he smiled seemed like the sun coming from behind the clouds after a storm. I wanted to drag him into bed and bury my cock into him all over again until he was just a wet, sticky mess in my arms. Instead, I took his offered hand, grunted as my bones cracked on the way up, and followed him into the shower.

“Damn, old man. Get those creaking bones in order.” Paolo laughed.

“These creaking bones just fucked you right.” I chuckled.

“Oooh, you’ve got jokes tonight.”

“You have no idea,” I said.

We ran across the hall as we both chuckled like school boys, shushing each other so we wouldn”t get caught. Paolo’s hand never left mine. How the fuck was I supposed to function without him?

I”d buriedmy nose into the crook of Gianpaolo”s neck before we went to sleep. Even now, I could smell the scent of him, faint and comforting as I floated in that space between being out and being awake.

The sound of heavy breathing and whimpering hit my ears. Slowly, I peeled open my eyes and was assaulted by darkness. Even then I felt someone nearby, watching. Waiting. Staring.

Paolo shot up next to me, a gun in his hand. I had no idea where he”d even gotten the thing from, but he cocked it. The lights flipped on and we stood staring at two men. Each one of them had one of my daughters in their arms, a gag in their mouths. Fear was quickly replaced by rage. It swallowed me up, and I shot forward in bed before the first man stuck a gun against Nyra”s head.

”Move again and I will paint this room with her brains. Is a promise.”

I backed up. ”What do you want?”

The man grinned, his Italian accent thick when he spoke again. ”You investigate us, yes?” He nodded, already knowing the answer. ”And you? Your brothers burn and kill. Our bosses want to see you. Both.”

I swallowed hard. The right answer was not to let them move us to a second location, but that was so much easier said than done when my daughter had a gun against her temple. I glanced over as Paolo slowly lowered his gun and raised his hands.

”You”re right, it was me and my brothers,” he said. ”We answered to our shit being attacked. You want me? Take me.”

”What? No,” I whispered at Paolo.

He shushed me. ”Come on, man. Take me to your boss. I”ll answer for whatever he needs me to.”

The man narrowed his eyes. ”Do not move,” he snapped as he shoved the gun against Nyra”s head hard. She started to cry. ”He wants both.”

”You heard him, both of you need to come,” his Triad friend added, his eyes dancing with disdain. ”Let”s go.”

”And what makes you think I won”t leave this room, kill you both, and then go after your bosses?” Paolo asked.

His eyes had darkened, all emotion gone as he stared at the two men that held our girls. A shiver ran up my spine. I wouldn”t want to ever be on Gianpaolo’s bad side.

”This place is filled with our men,” the Triad said casually. ”Only we came in here, but trust me, we didn”t come to this home lightly. Your guards are dead, there”s no way out. Cooperate or we”ll kill the little ones.”

Paolo frowned. ”Shit,” he muttered. Whatever he had planned didn”t work out, or he”d just gained some information he didn”t like. It was the same way he acted when he realized something less than ideal in the field. ”Listen, take me. They don”t have anything to do with this. York has stepped away from the investigation and hasn”t gone back in for weeks. Let him go.”

The man holding Navy grabbed her arm more roughly. ”All of you. Now!”

Paolo laughed, the sound so haunting it shot shivers down my spine. “I’m going to bash your brains into nothing but soup. Just know that if your hands were on my fucking girls tonight, I’m going to make sure I saw them off and keep them as trophies.”

”We’ll see about that.”

We exchanged a look. At the end of the day, we weren”t going to allow anything to happen to Navy and Nyra. We would go, do what we were told, and figure it out when we moved to the next place. As we both moved from the bed, more men flooded the room. They grabbed me and Paolo, turned us around, and patted us down. Paolo had a knife in the pocket of his pajama pants. That was confiscated. I still had a box cutter in mine. That was taken too. When we were turned back around, I reached for the girls.

”It”s going to be okay, you two. Remember what we talked about? Be good, listen, do what you”re told.”

They stared at me and nodded in unison before a fist collided with my face. I whipped my head back and stepped up to the man in front of me.

”No touching. Walk,” he growled.

I gazed at the girls once more and the look in their eyes said they remembered our lessons. Each and every one. Duct tape wrapped around both me and Paul”s wrists and another piece was slapped over our mouths. We stumbled as we were both shoved forward, our bare feet dragging over carpet and then the cool floor of the hallway. I stepped in something, nearly slipped and righted myself.

When I looked down, my throat constricted. Every guard that had been watching over us was dead. The pool of blood that circled Mtichel”s head beared my footprint. His eyes were open, half of his head caved in. The feeling I felt was more than irritation, and I realized I was just as pissed for him. I”d only known our guards a little bit, but they had looked out for us, watched over the children. They all had families, lives, homes to go back to.

When I met Paolo”s gaze, it was so dark; it was pitch black. As we stared at each other, it was as if we were on the exact same page. I wasn”t normally a violent man, but they had pushed me to new heights.

I”m going to watch Paolo kill every last one of you. You”ll be lucky if I don”t join in.