22. Chapter Twenty-Two #2
Bronx lifted his hips off the lounger and pressed his thick erection against Tony’s.
With nothing but the sweatpants as a barrier between them, Bronx was certain Tony could feel every ridge of his cock and maybe even the growing wet spot of his pre-come soaking through the fleece fabric.
Bronx tucked his other hand down the back of Tony’s jeans and grabbed a handful of his ass cheek.
“Sometimes I still can’t believe we’re together and you’re in my arms,” Bronx said and canted his hips a few times making them both moan. “Jesus, there are so many things I want to do to you. I can barely breathe from thinking of the possibilities.”
“Fuckkk, you’re killing me, Rory,” Tony said, “and I promise, we’ll do every dirty thing on your list and all the filthy fantasies on mine.”
“You have a list of fantasies—to do with me?” Bronx questioned.
“I’ve had years to compile my sexy wish list,” Tony admitted and ground his pelvis against Bronx’s erection again. “Up until now, I honestly never imagined any of it would happen.”
“Like what?” Bronx asked. “Tell me something on your list.”
Tony’s face relaxed into a devilish grin.
He dropped his weight to rest on his forearms and brushed his lips against Bronx’s before he nipped the plumper bottom one.
“I’d like to roll you onto your stomach and kiss my way down the length of your spine until I get to your gorgeous ass,” Tony detailed.
“Then I’ll spread your cheeks open so I can see your pretty hole and I’ll eat you like a starved man and use my tongue and fingers to absolutely unhinge you until you blow apart in my arms.”
Bronx’s face flushed and his pupils dilated. “Jesus, baby, that is dirty as fuck,” he almost hissed. “Any time you’re ready, let me know and you can feast until your heart’s content.”
“It’s something I’ve never done before but I want to do everything with you,” Tony confessed.
“I want to do that, too, and taste every inch of your delicious body,” Bronx said and hummed. “How about we get naked right now and we’ll scratch that line item off your list?”
Tony chuckled and lightly kissed Bronx. “You have a team of guards patrolling your property and I’m willing to bet at least half of them have eyes on us right now,” he explained. “I really don’t want them to play witness to my first time tasting you.”
“Yeah, I see your point,” Bronx agreed. “Although, they’re already getting an eyeful and we still have all our clothing on.”
“Then let’s do a raincheck on the feast and we’ll talk instead?” Tony suggested.
“That’s nowhere near as satisfying as mutually shared orgasms,” Bronx said.
“I agree but the things on my sexy list really require complete privacy for me to fully explore my fantasies,” Tony said with honesty. “How about we talk instead?”
“You want to talk?” Bronx asked somewhat surprised. He waited for Tony to nod in agreement. “Can ask you anything I want?”
“Of course.”
“When you came to work for Black Ice and then Fizzbo ordered you to protect me, of all people, were you feeling something then that went beyond your professional guard duties?”
“That’s an easy question for me to answer,” Tony began and then inhaled deeply before he continued.
“I’ve had a thing for you since my days of being a cop and always eager to arrest his favorite delinquent.
I cared more for you than I wanted to admit—even to myself.
After a few months with Ventura, I knew what I felt went against several of their security protocols and for a long time I worked in constant fear of Fizzbo finding out.
Even knowing I could lose another job because of how I felt about you, I couldn’t stay away. ”
“Fucking hell,” Bronx said in a disgruntled tone. “It bothers me you’ve been quietly dealing with this fear of being fired.”
“I made peace with it a long time ago,” Tony explained. “I knew the risks involved and I still allowed myself to fall for you,” Tony said. “I’ve learned there will always be other jobs if I need one, like in personal security. The money is good and the hours are sure better than with Ventura.”
“I just want you to be happy,” Bronx said. “You’re too good of a man not to have everything you want in life.”
“I’m most happy when I’m with you,” Tony admitted.
“You’ve embedded yourself into the deepest recesses of my heart and for some crazy reason that doesn’t terrify me.
I find myself leaning into it and wanting more.
But if I’m lucky enough to call you mine, I want the entire world to know about it.
I don’t want to hide what we have behind closed doors. ”
Bronx used his legs to flip their positions, putting Tony on his back and him partially on top of him.
“Hey, I am yours and luck had nothing to do with it,” he whispered a breath away from Tony’s lips.
“And I want us to live freely out in the open. The feelings between us are too big to be a secret, Tony. I want everyone to know it’s you who owns my heart. ”
“Jesus, I love you so much,” Tony said right before he took Bronx’s mouth in a searing kiss that damn near melted his bones.
Their kiss went on forever. The scorching heat rising by the second, blending them together like two ice cream cones sitting on a Texas highway in the summer. It was Bronx who finally pulled away, panting and flushed.
“I’m so in love with you it hurts my soul sometimes when I think about it. I can’t believe I was able to find someone so perfectly matched for me,” Bronx said.
“It’s powerful and beautiful and I don’t think I’ll ever have enough of you,” Tony continued.
“You haven’t even had all of me, although I’m hoping that status changes real soon.”
Tony smiled warmly. “Baby, I’d be balls deep in you right now if it weren’t for your head injury.”
“Or . . . perhaps I’d be sliding inside you,” Bronx countered. “Just something to think about.”
“You’d want to fuck me?” Tony inquired.
“Fucking-A, zero doubts about it. I’m hoping one day you will allow me the privilege of owning your ass—in addition to your heart.”
“You say the sweetest things to me,” Tony teased and nipped at Bronx’s bottom lip again before offering him a proper kiss.
“That’s because you’re my special person, and I would do anything to keep you in my life.”
Tony rolled off the lounger and smiled at Bronx. “I’m going to go make us dinner,” he announced before he started toward the back entrance into Bronx’s kitchen. “ETA on dinner is thirty minutes. Rest for a bit and I’ll let you know when it’s ready.”
“Sounds good to me,” Bronx agreed. “But I’ll probably come inside in a few so I can watch your sexy ass moving around my kitchen. You know how much I love seeing that.”
“You’re a crazy fucker but I love you anyway,” Tony called out to him over his shoulder.
Tony continued into the house while Bronx slowly lifted himself into a sitting position on the lounger.
Quick moves were randomly problematic to do without getting dizzy or dealing with vertigo.
This was just one of a few things that reminded him his brain was still healing from a serious injury.
His physical therapists used the mantra slow and steady to get him to ease into new positions and avoid the spinning sensation that sometimes happened when he didn’t.
At least his hearing was almost back to normal and he hoped the rest of it would fix itself, too.
All in good time, he thought. He needed to learn patience but at his age that was unlikely to happen. But once his head was completely healed, he and Tony were going to live life to the absolute fullest. That was a promise.