Chapter Eight
Neil
MARCO ON his hands and knees in front of him was a sight to behold. The man was sexy as all hell. Every time Marco gave himself over to him like this he felt like he had to be dreaming. He loved when Marco fucked him but being inside the man was so damn special.
He drove his cock into Marco’s tight ass, fingers digging into the man’s waist as he jerked him back onto his cock with each thrust. Marco was moaning Neil’s name, the sound exquisite to his ears. He loved that he could get such sinful sounds out of his man.
He pulled Marco up with a hand on his chest and Marco arched his back, making them both groan.
“Cazzo,” Marco gasped, fingers digging into Neil’s waist.
He knew when Marco was close to losing it because the Italian always came out and he loved it. He loved how Marco’s eyes darkened when Neil was the one talking to him in Italian. It was the only time they did that. Spoke Italian. Marco did with his men, but he seemed to prefer using English. Just not in bed.
He whispered sweet nothings into Marco’s ear then ran his teeth along the shell of his ear, hand wrapping around Marco’s thick cock. Marco shivered against him, his moans getting louder.
“I want your come inside me,” Marco said, voice husky and so fucking sexy. “And I want to come in your mouth, so you better get there fast before I blow my load.”
“Fuck,” he hissed, slamming harder into Marco, chasing his orgasm with abandon.
“That’s it,” Marco said with a gasp.
Pleasure spread through his body, leaving him gasping for breath as he filled Marco with his come. It had him feeling almost high, knowing that a man like Marco, one so powerful and dangerous, was letting him come inside him and he wanted to make sure Marco got to feel it too.
He pulled out and pushed Marco onto his back so he could get to his cock. It was rock-hard and just waiting for him. He bent down and wrapped his lips around that thick cock, taking it straight to the back of his throat and swallowed around it. He sucked Marco’s cock, one hand stroking the base while the other found his balls.
“Sei il mio,” Marco gasped out.
Oh, he was Marco’s alright. The man fucking owned him. Body. Soul. Heart. They were all Marco’s.
Marco came down his throat, hot come flooding his mouth. He swallowed every drop, moaning the whole time. Marco was cursing in Italian, and it was sweet music to his ears. It meant that he’d succeeded in driving the man as crazy as Marco drove him.
When he pulled off Marco, he crawled up the bed to lie down next to him.
“I like having you here so much,” Marco said, fingers trailing down Neil’s chest.
He felt a smile form on his lips. “I like it, too.”
He’d had a lucky break at work. He had been mostly stateside for the past few months. It meant that he’d not only got to spend more time with Marco, but he’d been able to follow Alicia in her pregnancy. Her due date was in less than two weeks, and she was big and swollen, forced to waddle around complaining about her belly being in the way. She looked radiant and though she’d had a few emotional breakdowns along the way, he knew she felt safe knowing they were there for her no matter what.
“How long can you stay?”
He shook his head. “I’m not sure.”
“I hate that,” Marco grumbled.
“The best part about leaving,” he said, nearly laughing at the dark glare Marco gave him, “is coming home to you.”
“Damn right it is,” Marco growled, that dark timbre making Neil shiver.
There was a rapid knock on the door and then came Alicia’s panicked voice.
“Are you two done yet because I’m pretty fucking sure I’m having this baby,” she yelled.
Neil snapped his head toward Marco, their gazes clashing.
“Oh shit,” Marco uttered.
“You’re gonna be an uncle,” Neil whispered, the words so foreign and yet so right on his lips.
Pride shone from Marco until it was replaced by panic when Alicia yelled at them to hurry the fuck up.
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He had Alicia’s hands in his as they sat on the couch, his eyes tracking Marco who was walking slowly back and forth in front of the living room windows, rocking the baby in his arms. Rome was at the door, having refused to leave them alone.
Marco whispered to the baby, then looked up, gaze locking on Neil who felt his lips quirk up at one corner. The love in Marco’s eyes had his heart doing weird but not unwelcome things in his chest.
His brows creased when Marco walked toward him. Marco grinned down at him and before he could refuse, he had a baby in his arms. He froze, muscles tensing as he stared down at the baby boy who was fast asleep.
Alicia’s chuckle had him looking at her out of the corner of his eyes, terrified that he’d wake the baby if he moved.
“He’s not a bomb, Neil,” Marco said, laughter in his voice. “You’re okay.”
He’d never held a baby before. He’d barely seen one up close before.
“I don’t want to hurt him,” he whispered, his voice rough.
“You won’t,” Alicia said, reaching over to brush her fingertips across her son’s forehead.
“I might.”
Fuck. He could feel the jitter of panic starting to set in.
A hand on his cheek made him suck in a trembling breath. He looked up at Marco, heart skipping a beat at the warm smile that met him.
He forced himself to look away from those gorgeous eyes and watched the baby. He was tiny and he still wasn’t convinced he wouldn’t hurt him. What if he held on too tight? What if he didn’t hold on tight enough and dropped him?
The baby blinked a few times and then his face scrunched up and a loud wail came out of him.
“Oh no.” Neil snapped his gaze onto Alicia, his body tight as a wire while the baby screamed at him. “Take him. Please take him.”
Alicia chuckled and lifted the baby out of his arms and into her own, rocking him while she began to sing a soft tune.
He got up and took a few wide steps away from the couch, turning so he could keep his eyes on Alicia and the baby even when he was by the window. Marco followed him, arms wrapping around his middle as he tucked himself against Neil’s side.
He breathed out and wrapped his arm around Marco, bringing him closer. A kiss to his cheek had him smiling as he turned his head to meet Marco’s gaze. Those brown eyes sent warmth through his whole body.
“It’s a song Mamma used to sing to us when we were little,” Marco said, nodding toward Alicia.
Neil found himself stuck staring into Marco’s eyes. His heart felt so full when he was around him. His soul felt at rest. He felt at home wherever Marco was. He’d never had a home. Not until Marco walked into that hotel bar and left with his heart.
He threaded his fingers through Marco’s hair and leaned in for a kiss. Marco’s lips were soft against his, the scruff on his face a rough contradiction.
“Hey. Not in front of the baby,” Alicia whisper-yelled at them.
Marco pulled away with a huff of laughter while Neil couldn’t stop smiling.
The baby was fast asleep again, looking perfectly happy in his mother’s arms. He had her nose. He had tiny hands and feet, and he was adorable. Most of the time. He could imagine him getting into trouble the way most kids did, though he was also a Serrano, so he’d probably do worse things. Things that would make Alicia full-name him to get him to stop.
“Have you thought of a name?”
Alicia looked up, gaze on Marco as she said, “Durante.”
He felt Marco freeze and then a tremor went through him.
“After Mamma,” Alicia added.
The tears in Marco’s eyes made Neil hold onto him tighter.
“Dante,” Marco breathed.
Alicia nodded, her smile soft.
Marco turned his head, eyes catching Neil’s. “Our mother’s name was Dantea.”
“It’s a beautiful name.”
Marco nodded. “So was she.”
“Tell me about her?”
“She was stubborn and fiery,” Alicia said and shook her head, smiling down at Dante. “She never asked for permission, and if Papà complained, she’d give him an earful.”
“She was a queen, and she knew it,” Marco added, a proud smile on his lips.
Neil nodded, hand on his mouth to hide his smile. That surely didn’t remind him of someone he knew. Not at all.
Marco smacked him in the arm and said, “Don’t you fucking dare.”
“What? I didn’t do anything.”
Marco’s eyes narrowed, a spark of desire spreading in them. His mouth dried out in an instant and as he swallowed, Marco’s gaze dropped to his throat and he felt a thrill rush through him.
“Oh great,” Alicia muttered and looked down at Dante. “Now your uncles are giving each other ‘fuck me’ eyes.”
Marco’s groan had Neil spluttering out a laugh because he knew as much as Marco wanted him, he also wanted to spend time with his nephew, and he couldn’t begrudge him that. The kid was cute. When he wasn’t crying or screaming at him.