Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
TONY
It was really hard not to slide closer to Greg while we were watching the movie. He’d picked one of the Avengers movies, though I couldn’t say which one. Some space alien sent giant caterpillar-looking things to destroy Earth. Don’t judge me. I work with real-life Avengers.
We finished off the bottle of wine and some expensive cheese Greg had in his fridge.
After the movie was over, I helped Greg clean up.
After he finished loading the dishwasher, he leaned against the counter and asked, “Is it okay for you to tell me how Cody’s mom was killed?
I don’t want to slip and say the wrong thing in front of Cody. ”
“Sure, I can tell you,” I replied. “But Cody doesn’t know how his mom died. Zach only told him she got hurt.” I clenched my jaw. “An ex-boyfriend of hers got pissed that she wouldn’t give him a second chance after he was abusive to her, so he ran her down with his car.”
Greg sucked in a breath. “Jesus Christ. Is he in jail?”
I nodded. “He’s being held in Florida until he can be extradited to New Jersey.”
His eyes widened. “Wait. Was that the guy your team was going after in Ft Lauderdale?”
“Yep,” I replied. “They caught him today. The team is flying home tomorrow.”
“Oh wow. Do they do that often? Go out of state for missions?”
“That team goes out of state and out of the country,” I replied. “I have other people who work strictly locally. Some people only do events. Some people handle personal security. I’m about to hire a bunch more people to do long-term personal security.”
Greg’s lips curved up in a smile. “It sounds like you’re a busy man. Maybe I can take your mind off work for a while.”
I stepped forward until I had him caged between my arms. “What did you have in mind?”
His hands reached for the button of my jeans. “I can suck your dick until you spill down my throat.”
Jesus, the mouth on this man. My cock went rock hard in an instant. “I like that idea.” I hooked my finger around one of his belt loops. “But how about if I go first? I want to taste you.”
He swallowed hard. “That works for me.”
I went to my knees and made quick work of unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.
His hard cock was making an obscene bulge in his tight red briefs.
I pulled them down, tucking them under his balls, and then took him to the back of my throat in one swallow.
Greg cried out with pleasure and braced himself against the counter.
I pulled back until only his cockhead was in my mouth.
I licked and sucked the crown, driving my tongue into his leaking slit.
He tasted so good. I wanted to devour him.
My dick was pressing insistently against the zipper of my jeans, so I wrestled the button and zipper open with one hand, tugging on Greg’s balls with the other.
I didn’t dare touch myself yet because I was sure I’d go off like a rocket in seconds.
Greg ran his fingers through my hair, stopping to tentatively tug on it every now and then. I pulled off him, much to his dismay, and looked into his lust-filled blue eyes. “It’s okay. You can pull my hair.”
I took him back into my mouth and felt him grab a handful of my hair. He moaned and thrust his hips forward, causing me to gag. He quickly pulled back and gasped, “I’m so sorry.”
I put my hand over the one he had on my head and squeezed.
I then took him deeper down my throat. He took the hint and started thrusting again.
My own cock was so hard it hurt. I finally pulled it out of my briefs and started stroking.
I was definitely not going to last long enough for us to change places.
Greg’s movements got jerky and his dick swelled and hardened in my mouth. I tasted the first salty spurt as he gasped, “Coming.” He tried to pull away, but I grabbed his hip with my free hand and sucked him harder. He let out a low groan as his release poured down my throat.
I kept stroking my cock while I swallowed his cum, enjoying it so much that my own orgasm hit me out of nowhere with the force of a freight train.
I sat back on my heels, letting his softening cock slide out of my mouth. “Holy shit, that was hot,” I said.
Greg gazed down at me with half-lidded eyes and hummed in agreement. He blinked when he saw the mess I’d made on his kitchen floor. “So hot,” he murmured.
I got to my feet, tucked my dick away, and zipped my jeans. Reaching around Greg, I grabbed a couple of paper towels to clean the floor. I waved away his efforts to do it himself. “I made the mess. I’ll clean it up.”
“Technically, I made you make the mess,” he retorted.
I chuckled and kissed his cheek. “That you did.”
After the floor was clean again, I took my coat off the hook I’d hung it on when I came in. I gave Greg another kiss on the cheek. “I’ll see you around. Maybe I’ll swing by the club tomorrow night.”
His eyes brightened. “That would be great.” He smiled softly. “Goodnight, Tony.”
I got a text from Michael while I was in the taxi heading back to my apartment.
We decided to catch a late flight tonight. We just landed at Newark.
Why didn’t you tell me sooner?
Because Gabe and I were running the op. We all just wanted to get home. Nico is having a rough time. He feels guilty because he was in prison when Allie was killed.
I thought he worked through that.
I guess seeing Scott brought it all back for him. Gabe will make sure he makes an appointment with his therapist.
Ok. Get some sleep. You all did a great job.
Thanks, bro.
I tucked my phone in my coat pocket and leaned my head back on the headrest. I’d enjoyed my time with Greg. He was easy to talk to and fun to hang out with. I congratulated myself for keeping things light and for leaving without a fuss.
However, I was not a fan of the security door in his apartment building. Yes, people had to be buzzed in, but even that was easy to get around, especially if people were stupid. And what the hell was with that daffodil? I shook my head. I had to stop thinking like a cop.
Unfortunately, I was still thinking about it the next morning as I walked to my local coffee shop to grab a cappuccino and a croissant. I was wondering whether I should say something to Greg about his apartment building’s security when my phone vibrated with a call.
I checked the screen. It was Sal again. I swiped to answer. “Hey, Sal. What’s up? Is everything okay with Brendan?”
“Everything’s good,” he replied. “The asshole barista, Mark, quit. He got a job at a coffee shop in Brooklyn. I got people over there keeping an eye on him just to make sure he doesn’t do anything shady to get back at Brendan.”
“Why would he do that?” I asked.
“One of my guys overheard him mutter something about getting back at that little fag for forcing him out of his job.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. “I’ll have Michael look into him. He’s back in the City. He’ll get you all the information you need.”
“My computer guy started to search his background, but he got stuck. I was wondering if Michael could work with him. Show him a few things.”
I sighed inwardly. Michael was dubious at best about working with Salvatore.
But Sal had helped us big-time with the gang that had targeted Nico.
We hadn’t heard a peep out of Bobby Kendrick or his goons since.
“I’ll give him a call this afternoon. He got in late last night, so he’s probably still sleeping. ”
“Thanks, Tony. I’ll talk to you later.”
As always, he ended the call before we could exchange any more niceties.
I wasn’t sure if I loved or hated that he did that.
It occurred to me that I was doing more and more business with Sal.
All of it was still legit. He knew better than to ask me to do something illegal.
But even so, I worried about getting more deeply involved with his organization.
As I’d predicted, Michael was less than pleased about working with Sal’s hacker. “I thought we were supposed to stay away from Salvatore and his mobsters. Isn’t that what Pops said?”
I sighed. “Sal helped us get Bobby Kendrick off Nico’s ass. He’s not asking you to do anything you don’t already do.”
I heard him let out a soft growl. “Fine. Get me their contact information, and I’ll set something up.”
“Thanks, Michael. Oh, I also sent you five résumés to run background checks on. I’m looking at them for long-term personal security.”
“Okay. I’ll get that going today.” After a pause, he asked, “How are things going with Greg?”
“Fine, I guess.” I frowned. “Hey, how did you know that’s where I was last night?”
“Are you asking me that question seriously? Why do you think I waited to call you until you were in the taxi?”
I rolled my eyes. “Jesus Christ, Michael.”
“Get used to it, big brother. I’m always going to keep eyes on you.”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” A thought hit me. “What do you know about flowers?”
“They’re colorful and tend to make me sneeze. Why do you ask?”
I suddenly felt ridiculous. “Never mind. I’ll get you the other hacker’s information and get back to you.”
After I ended the call, I sat staring out the window of the café. Across the street was a small park with bright yellow daffodils blooming around the bushes. I saw a little kid pick one and run over to give it to his mother. I shook my head. I was making a mountain out of a molehill.