Levi #3
To my surprise, I enjoyed that thought. It was one thing for him to possess me in the privacy of my home or his truck, for that matter, but having it broadcast, even subtly, in public was something I thought would have been unacceptable.
And yet, just as with so much in my life, when it came to Dom, he was the exception to many of my rules.
I didn’t even care that people saw us and probably assumed that I, the smaller of us, was frequently bent over by the bigger man who followed behind me when it suited him, and all that implied.
It was the truth anyway, so why balk at it just because it gave people the idea that I was ‘less’?
Plus, that whole idea of bottom meaning lesser came from my own head rather than anything others had said.
It was, I knew, not only a product of the attitudes that had surrounded me when I was younger, but also the fact that, despite the ‘progress’ The Family had made in many regards, there were still holdovers from the older way of thinking.
I was far more protective of the fact that I bottomed for other men when it came to The Family than I ever was about the fact that I slept with men in the first place.
“No,” he said, sliding his hand past the band of my underwear and squeezing my ass with a roughness just shy of uncomfortable.
He had been testing our limits a lot lately, and while there had been a couple of ‘ouch’ moments, overall, I didn’t mind.
Of course, I was going to have to be careful going forward because there was always the chance he might fuck me hard enough that, although I would love it, I ended up walking funny for hours.
That would be fine on days when I could work from home, but I really didn’t want to give even the slightest hint to others that I was injured, especially those who looked to me for leadership.
“What are you…” I began when I saw him draw his hand back to wet one finger. “Don’t you—”
Again, it was pointless and stupid to assume I could dissuade him without genuinely putting my foot down.
I had yet to do that, and I wasn’t doing it now, which is how I ended up gripping his shoulder with a soft noise as I felt his wet finger push into me from behind.
I was already pretty wound up from all the flirting he’d been doing with his not-striptease, and the finger was just a way to set those nerves alight as he shoved it inside and pushed against my prostate.
I let out a harsh breath, pressing my forehead against his chest and holding on tight as he slid his finger back and forth, slowly fucking me.
I knew it was a promise of things to come rather than any genuine attempt to fuck right there.
“You are awful,” I muttered as I felt his other hand cup my cock, which was now hard enough to stick out of the legs of my underwear.
“And you feel amazing,” he said in that low voice that always went straight to my groin.
I had yet to admit to him that his low, growling tone always turned me on, no matter what I was doing.
I was wary of giving him more ammunition to use against me.
That and well...it was nice to be turned on by something natural and casual, not something he was doing to get me going.
“You always say that,” I told him, giving his chest another push, this one with more force, to signify I was not ready to keep going right now.
I was rock hard, my breathing was already sharper, and I was a hair’s breadth away from asking him to fuck me on the spot.
..but no, not here. I had the night free, so there would be plenty of time to take our arousal out on each other and not be rushed.
“Because you always do,” he said with a snort as he retreated, taking what I was saying in his stride.
He never seemed bothered when I enforced a little decency or space between us.
On the one hand, it was nice to have someone who could read me so perfectly that I didn’t have to explain myself.
On the other hand, there was something..
.well, eerie actually, that despite fifteen years, he was able to read me with the same ease as years ago.
I wasn’t sure what that meant, or if it was just something I was again overthinking, but it sometimes caught me off guard.
“Flattery won’t get you far,” I warned as I got dressed, not hurrying because I knew he wouldn’t get more handsy.
“Is it flattery if I’m telling the truth?” he wondered and plopped down in the seat, flinching when it wobbled slightly. “Jesus, you’d think for what they charge people, they’d bring in chairs that aren’t made out of popsicle sticks.”
I snorted. “I don’t think they’re made of popsicle sticks, you’re just big,” I told him as I buttoned my shirt.
“You like that I’m big.”
“True, but I’m also not a piece of furniture threatening to buckle under your weight.”
“You’ve done quite well under my weight.”
“Again, not a piece of furniture.”
“True,” he said with a smirk. “What else is on the list for the day?”
“I have to make a phone call. Will is stressing about deliveries and shipments I made alterations to, and he’s not sure how to handle them since I didn’t include him in the altered details,” I said as I adjusted the shirt.
“You know, you’ve mentioned that a few times. Why is that?”
“I’m keeping the details of the changes as quiet as possible,” I explained.
“When I did it the first time a few weeks ago, I discovered that the bait and switch works perfectly. Los Muertos attacked the obvious target, not realizing until it was too late that they were attacking a shipment of junk. The real goods were transported along quieter, less obvious lines. It meant the delivery was split, but on time, and my integrity and efficiency look far better than before.”
I also had it on good authority that Luis and Reg were furious that the first trick had gone off without a hitch.
That I had continued to use that tactic, one they knew I was going to use, and it was working every time, apparently had them incensed.
It would have been a tactical blow if I lost the ability to move products in and out of the city, and I figured that was the first place they would target.
That I was making things more frustrating for my own people was a small price to pay until they saw that my tactics were, in fact, working.
All I needed was to keep going, and instead of fighting an uphill battle, I was making them do all the running around and looking like idiots.
Interestingly, I hadn’t heard from Augustine since his call a few weeks ago.
There had been the occasional message, but even those hadn’t been probing or critical.
If he was curious why I was switching things up, he kept his questions to himself.
Either he figured I had things well in hand, or he was waiting to see when he needed to step in.
His silence should have been a comfort, but instead, it was making me more wary with each passing day.
“No,” he said with a snort. “I meant, why aren’t you looping Will into things? Isn’t he your personal assistant?”
“He is,” I said, plucking my jacket from the rack.
“And he’s actually quite good at what he does.
The problem is, he’s still young and inexperienced, and I’ve seen repeated signs that he might, in fact, be easily overwhelmed if he’s not careful.
Add in the fact that he seems eager to please, and that leaves it up to me to make sure he doesn’t get overwhelmed. ”
Dom snorted. “So you’re being nice?”
“Is that so hard to imagine?” I asked dryly, turning to the mirror to make sure I looked presentable.
“I have never portrayed myself as needlessly cruel or willing to work someone to the last inch. He’s young, he’s naive, he’s more trusting than he should be, and I have no desire to take advantage of that. ”
“Hmph, I guess that’s on me then,” Dom muttered.
“What do you mean?” I asked, frowning in confusion.
Dom shrugged, looking a little embarrassed. “I thought it was because you didn’t trust him. Like, I mean, it’s obvious you don’t trust him. But not because he’s slimy or you’re suspicious, but because he’s just a kid who doesn’t know he’s in over his head.”
“Hmm, I never considered casting doubt on his character,” I said thoughtfully.
“Just his ability,” Dom added, catching me by surprise.
“You think I’m being like Augustine?” I asked, trying carefully to keep any defensiveness out of my voice.
I was well aware that, as his son and someone who’d spent a great deal of time around Augustine, learning from him no less, there was always a chance I would adopt some of his traits.
Of course, some of them I intentionally adopted, but there was always a chance I would absorb those traits I wasn’t fond of.
Dom let out a strangled noise. “God, no. Sure, Augustine is the kind of asshole who’d doubt anyone just because they haven’t proved themselves to him, and make sure everyone knew that about him, and probably be smug as fuck about it.”
“You’re not entirely wrong,” I said with a snort.
“I know,” he said. “And yeah, you’re not really giving the kid a chance, but you’re doing it to make things easier for him, not because you think he’s useless or you need to keep an eye on him.
Don’t get me wrong, I see that prick in some of the stuff you do, and yeah, that means with Will too, because you’re choosing for him instead of letting him do it.
But you’re trying to run shit, and sometimes the people in charge have to make choices for other people, even if they don’t like it. ”