Chapter 27
DANTE
Alex brought me egg drop soup, fried wonton strips, and crab Rangoon for us to share. “I know it’s not chicken soup, but I’ve always liked egg drop soup when I’m sick. My mom used to get it for me before…”
“I’m sorry you lost her.”
He shrugged. “It was a long time ago.”
“My mother died a long time ago too, but that doesn’t mean I stopped missing her.”
“She did? I’m sorry.”
“My older brother, Lorenzo, basically raised me from the time I was twelve. We had aunts and uncles and grandparents that helped, but he insisted we stay in our own home, and he was primarily in charge. My mother wouldn’t have wanted…
Let’s just say she wouldn’t approve of his career path, but he did what he thought was necessary to take care of us. ”
“Your family… Are you really in the mafia?” Alex’s eyes widened, and he slapped his hand over his mouth. “I didn’t mean… Forget I said anything.”
I smiled at him. “I’m not going to off you because you figured it out. I’m lucky the name Theriot is common since my cousin is something of a public figure.”
“The king of the New Orleans underground?”
I nodded. “Some say that.”
“And you…”
“I didn’t want to be a part of it. I didn’t want Lorenzo working for him, but it was his best option to care for us, and when you’re as close as we were to our cousins, you get drawn in. We learned to look out for danger as soon as we could walk. We had to be able to defend ourselves.”
He started to speak, then hesitated.
“Whatever it is, you can ask me.”
“What happened last night?”
I petted Adenine as I considered what to say. Talking about Ivanov would only put him in danger. “I really can’t talk about that.”
“I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”
I rubbed his leg with my good hand. “I trust you.”
“You do?”
“Yes.”
Alex huffed. “No one else does.”
“You haven’t given me any reason not to trust you. Also, you know how easily Rafe scared Randall, so you know what we can do.”
“He tried to scare me too.”
I raised my brows. “It didn’t work?”
“No. I knew you’d never let him hurt me.”
I hadn’t wanted him terrified, but it would keep him safer if he were at least a little scared. “That’s true, but if you betrayed my family, that would change.”
He held up his hands. “I get it. Family is really important to you.”
I wanted to tell him that he was too, but that was too much for tonight. I should let him go, send him back to his partying and antics, let him drink too much, and just be a college kid. The longer he stayed with me, the more potential danger he was in, especially until we brought down Ivanov.
I finished eating, and Alex insisted I lie down on the couch while he cleaned up.
I smiled at him. “So you don’t cook, but you know how to clean up after yourself.”
He glared at me. “Yes. I have one of the few rooms in the frat house that is actually orderly instead of a biohazard.”
“That’s good to know.” I didn’t mean to fall asleep while he cleaned up, but as much as I didn’t want to admit it, I was tired as hell, even though I hadn’t done anything all day.
The doctor had warned me I would be. She told me healing a wound like this was a lot of work in itself, but I didn’t want to give in to that.
I wanted to get right back to my usual routine.
Because you’re a stubborn ass. That was what Rafe said anyway.
When I woke up, Alex was sitting with me, watching something on his phone.
“You could have turned the TV on.”
“I didn’t want to wake you.” He was so fucking cute, and I did not want to let him go. “Come here.”
He frowned as he slid from the chair and knelt by the couch. “What do you need?”
I stroked his uninjured cheek. “You promised to make me feel good.”
“But Dante, you—”
I encouraged Adenine to jump down and pulled Alex to me with my good arm and kissed him, not giving him any opportunity to complain.
I clasped the back of his neck and held him to me as I took his mouth, reminding him who was in charge.
He started to struggle against my hold but stopped the second his hands landed on my shoulder, jerking them back, obviously afraid of hurting me.
I wouldn’t have cared if he had. I would have kept kissing him anyway.
I only stopped when I finally needed air.
When I let him go, he sat back on his heels, taking ragged breaths. “You’re supposed to be resting. That can’t be good for your arm.”
“My arm will be fine. My dick needs attention now.”
He laughed. “I really don’t think your doctor wants you fucking me tonight.”
“Probably not, but I didn’t ask. Were you teasing me earlier? That’s not how a good boy behaves.”
“I… not exactly. I didn’t really mean tonight though, not this soon. I thought…”
“You thought I was going to be compliant and let you tell me when I could have you?”
“Um…”
I shook my head. “That’s not how this works.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Let me worry about that.”
He bit his lip, looking truly distressed. “I promised Rafe—”
“My brother doesn’t get to decide what I do.”
“You could have died.”
I had to remember how scared he was. “I didn’t, and I want to show you how happy I am about that.” I should have just been happy he cared so much, but I wasn’t content with that. I wanted him, all of him.
“Fuck, Dante.”
“Yes.”
He glared at me, and I almost laughed. He looked so annoyed, but also unsure. I didn’t say anything. I wanted to see what he’d do next. How far would he go to keep me safe?
“If you go sit down on the bed, I’ll help you get your clothes off. Then you can lie down, and I’ll make you feel really fucking good as long as you don’t try to put any weight on your arm.”
I narrowed my eyes. “So you’re making the rules now?”
He hesitated for a moment before saying, “Yes, I am.”
“Just this once.”
I rose from the couch and ignored the fact that I felt lightheaded.
I didn’t want him changing his mind. I wanted to undress myself to show Alex I could, but it would hurt like hell, and I was being an idiot.
This beautiful man wanted to take my clothes off.
Of course I should let him. I unclipped my sling and removed it but didn’t try to do anything else.
I turned to face Alex as he entered the room behind me after getting me more water.
“Let me take your pants off first so you can sit down.”
I sucked in my breath when he slid his hands into the waistband of my sweats, or rather, someone’s sweats, maybe Rafe’s. They’d appeared by my bed when I’d woken up wearing nothing but my underwear. He slid his hands over my ass, and I groaned.
“You like that?”
“Yes. I… One day, I’d like to…”
“Look at me and say it,” I demanded.
“Eat your ass.”
“Jesus, Alex.” A wave of desire rushed through me so strong the edges of my vision went dark. Alex noticed that my knees had buckled. He shoved the sweats down, letting my now hard-as-hell cock spring free. I sat on the edge of the bed.
“I guess you like that idea.” I looked up to see him smiling.
“Fuck, yes. You can do it right now.”
“I think that might be too much for you tonight.”
I growled. “You let me decide that.”
“I could put you to bed and leave.”
“You would regret it.”
He shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe not.”
“Dammit, Alex.”
He ignored me as he slowly unbuttoned the shirt I’d been given. It probably belonged to my cousin Lance, based on how fucking big it was. The man’s shoulders were legendary.
When all the buttons were undone, he lifted it carefully off my right shoulder.
Ales’s eyes went wide. “Oh my God. I mean, I know you were hurt, but you’re bleeding through your gauze. What if… what if it hadn’t hit your arm?”
I used my good hand to lift his chin. “It didn’t. I’m going to be fine.”
“Do you need new gauze or something? “
“Not yet. You can help me with that in the morning.” He would need to go to class in the morning. I shouldn’t keep him here, but I didn’t want to let him go. He pulled the shirt off my other arm and discarded it.
“Should you put your sling back on?”
“I’ll be more comfortable without it.”
He glanced down at my arm, then met my eyes again. “Are you supposed to wear it all the time?”
“No.”
“If I called the doctor, would she confirm that?”
“Fuck, Alex. Just get on with it.” His smile made me incapable of staying mad at him. He wanted to take care of me. But I was supposed to be the one taking care of him.
“It’s okay for you to relax. I got this.” He rubbed his thumb over my lower lip as I stared at him. I bit the soft pad of it, and he sucked in his breath. “Enough of that. Lie down. I’ll help you if you need me to.”
I did as he said, thankful for the ab workouts that made it easy to lie down without using my arms.
He let his eyes run up and down my body. “You’re so fucking hot.”
“I—”
“Don’t say anything. You know you are.”
“Fine. I am.”
He studied my cock, which was fully hard now. “What should I do with you now?”
“You’re going to ride me until I fill your ass with cum.”
He sucked in his breath. “That sounds… great.”
“Great? How insulting.”
“Fantastic. Amazing. Incredible. Stupendous.”
“Stop. Get the lube, then turn around and show me how you open yourself up. You’re going to finger-fuck yourself good and deep, and I’ll tell you when to stop. You aren’t allowed to touch your cock, and you sure as hell aren’t allowed to come until I say so. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Professor.” He undressed quickly, tossing his clothes on the floor. I enjoyed watching his naked body as he retrieved the lube.
“Like this?” he asked, straddling my legs reverse cowboy style with the lube in his hand.
“Yes. Bend over, ass in the air.” He slicked up his fingers, then obeyed. “Good boy. Now, get to work on that hole.”
“So filthy.”
I huffed. “You love it.”
“Yeah.”
He pushed a finger into his ass, tentatively working it in and out. Damn, it was fucking hot to watch. He was too cautious though. I didn’t want that. I wanted him to really fuck himself the way he wanted me to take him. “Harder. Add more fingers.”
“I… I need to go slow.”
I slapped his ass. “I don’t like slow. I want to watch you go fast.”
“Fuck, Dante.”
“Do it.” He pushed another finger into himself and groaned as he sank down, forcing them as deep as they could go. “That’s better. Now really fuck yourself.” He rose up and down, and I watched his ass swallow his fingers. “So fucking hot.”
He slid a third finger in, stretching himself wider. “That’s it. Get your ass ready for my cock.” His whimper made my cock throb. “Curl your fingers forward. Touch your prostate, but do not come.”
He cried out and shuddered. “Too much. God, Dante. It’s too much.”
“You can do it. You’re so good at doing what I say.”
“I am,” he said.
“That’s right. Now it’s time to turn around and ride my cock.”
He faced me, but he looked concerned. “I really don’t know if—”
“Don’t be hesitant now. You offered your ass, and I’m going to take it.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
No way in hell were we stopping now. Not after that show. “You’re going to hurt me worse if you don’t fuck my cock until I come.”
“But you probably aren’t supposed to exert yourself.”
“Alex, I’m going to be fine. I need this, and so do you. Look, your cock is dripping for me.”
He looked down and smiled as he straddled my legs again and raised up on his knees.
I wished I could use my hands. I wanted to grip his hips.
I wanted to shove him down on my cock, making his ass eat my entire length.
He was going to torment the hell out of me by moving slowly, but watching him would be amazing even if my cock ached.
I fisted my good hand in the sheets to keep from touching him.
“That’s it. Now you’re going to take every inch.”
“Yes, Professor.” He smiled down at me, looking thrilled at how he was affecting me.
“Get on with it, or I’ll have to make you.”
“No, you won’t. You move that arm, and I’ll stop.”
I glared at him. “You’re going to pay for the attitude when I’m better.”
The fucker winked at me. “We’ll see.”
He took my cock in his hand and lowered his ass until the tip brushed against his hole. I sucked in my breath. I could wait. I could hold out until he did this himself.
But when he began to lower his body, I was no longer sure. His ass gripped my cock like a vise. It was nearly painful, but so fucking good. So hot. “Take a breath. You’ve got to relax.”
“How am I supposed to fucking relax when I have to take all this?”
I laughed. “You could take it all in one go.”
“Fuck, I’ll split myself in two.”
“No. You’re ready. Take me, Alex.” He started sliding down, taking more. “Don’t stop. You can do it.”
“Oh God.” His hands flexing against my chest.
“Scratch me. Dig your fingers in. I don’t fucking care. Just don’t stop.”
He whimpered and whined, gasping when he finally seated himself fully. “It feels like there’s a fucking tree in my ass.”
I grinned. “Aw, baby, that’s so sweet.”
“It feels incredible though. It’s like all I can think about is you inside me. There’s nothing else.”
I knew exactly what he meant. His ass gripped my cock, and I was laser-focused on him.
“Take some deep breaths. Give yourself a minute, then you’re going to ride me.
You’re going to work yourself on my cock.
You’re going to shoot your load all over my chest. It’s going to feel so good.
You don’t have to go slow. You don’t have to be careful. You’re not going to hurt me.”
He was starting to move his hips in urgent, tiny thrusts, back and forth. It felt like heaven.
“More. Lift yourself up until I’m almost out of you, then sit back down. Long and slow.”
I don’t know why I’d ordered him to go slow.
I was tormenting myself, but he did as I said, rising up and sinking inch by inch.
It felt delicious. It wasn’t going to take much for me to come.
I didn’t think it was going to take much for him either.
His cock was red and dripping, bouncing up and down as he slid himself along the length of my shaft.
“That’s it. Now faster.” He thrust his hips, rising and falling as he did, moving faster, harder, his movements becoming erratic.
“God, it feels so good,” he said.
“I know. More,” I demanded. I reached for his hip with my good hand. I couldn’t go another second without touching him. I clamped down, forcing him to move forward and back.
He groaned. “So good.”
“Yeah. Fuck me, Alex. This is so good. Never had anyone like this.”
“But I thought… I thought you…”
“You’re different. You’re—I don’t know—just don’t stop. Touch yourself. I want you to come.”