Chapter Twenty-Six
Neil
WAKING UP with Marco wrapped around him… he hadn’t had that in over four years. He hadn’t felt safe. He hadn’t felt loved. Not like this. Not in four years. He thought he’d never feel it again. The only thing that had kept him going over the years was the thought of getting justice for his Raiders, for Cade, and once they’d gotten that, he’d felt adrift. He’d pretended to be fine. He’d fooled everyone. Even himself.
He hadn’t been fine. He’d been lost. Unable to go home because Marco was his home. He always had been. Marco was the only family he’d ever had. Marco was the only family he would ever need or want.
“You look good in my bed,” Marco mumbled, eyes blinking slowly at Neil.
“Technically, this is my bed.”
Marco’s lips tilted upwards as he shook his head.
“If it’s yours, it’s mine,” Marco said and lifted the sheets covering them both, and then he disappeared under them.
“Marco,” Neil gasped out.
He dropped his head back onto his pillow the second he felt Marco’s warm lips against his skin. Marco settled between Neil’s legs, hands sliding up his thighs while he pressed kisses to his lower belly.
Heat flooded his system, lust burning instantly when Marco’s lips closed around his cock, using his mouth and devious tongue to get him hard. It didn’t take much.
He yanked the sheets off them, a groan escaping him at the sight of Marco sucking down his cock. He looked so fucking good with his cock in his mouth. He would never get over how hot Marco looked during sex. No one had ever turned him on like this sexy, handsome, and dangerous man. No one would ever fucking compare.
Marco’s allure was a combination of that dark glint in his eyes, the confidence he exuded, and that touch of softness behind all the harshness.
Marco sucked his cock like he was on a mission and that heat around his cock? The friction? It was too much. He couldn’t hold back. Didn’t want to. He came with a shout followed up by a whole lot of cursing. He dropped back against the mattress, his body tingling from his orgasm.
Marco crawled up his body, a smug smile on his lips, and Neil couldn’t even blame him. Marco kissed him, tongue slipping into his mouth to tangle with his, to claim him.
He grunted when he was rolled on top of Marco, rolling his eyes at the man’s wicked grin.
With a hand on his head, Marco guided him down until his mouth was right by the man’s cock. He licked his lips, then wrapped them around Marco’s thick cock, moaning at how good it felt in his mouth.
Marco bent his legs, putting his feet on the mattress. The hand on his head held him still while Marco slammed his cock down his throat over and over, choking him and making his eyes water.
“That’s it,” Marco groaned. “You can take it.”
He let his eyes fall shut and relaxed his throat, taking Marco as deep as he could. He loved when Marco used him like this. When Marco showed him that he owned him. That he was in control. He would never get enough of it.
“Take it all,” Marco said, his voice deep and husky and if he could’ve gotten hard again so soon, he would have.
He kept choking and it kept making Marco slam his cock into him harder until hot come hit his tongue. He did his best to swallow it all knowing damn well how much Marco loved that.
“God,” Marco gasped out. “Yes. Fuck!”
He closed his eyes and hummed, enjoying every second. He kept sucking, kept swallowing, until Marco grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his softening cock out of his mouth.
They both dropped back on the bed, his smile wide and his body loose and sated. He closed his eyes for a second, barely believing this was reality, and then he turned his head, finding Marco already watching him.
“I think our bed will do,” he said, a cheeky smile on his face.
Marco chuckled and leaned in to press a soft kiss to Neil’s lips.
“I think it’ll do just fine,” Marco said.
Once they were able to move their limbs again, they got up and Marco pulled on a pair of pants. Neil didn’t bother.
“I’m gonna take a shower,” he said and pressed a kiss to the corner of Marco’s mouth. He stepped back only to be grabbed and pulled against Marco’s chest, the man’s lips crashing down on his. Teeth sank into his bottom lip, the pinch of pain leaving him wanting more.
“Don’t be too long,” Marco said, his voice husky and his eyes dark.
Neil was smiling the whole way into the bathroom and as he got under the hot spray, he had to lean against the shower wall as a bout of happiness hit him. To think that he’d almost fucked up this second chance… he couldn’t bear the thought of it. He didn’t want to keep secrets from Marco anymore. He wanted full transparency between them.
Once out of the shower, he dried off and went into his bedroom to grab some clean clothes. He got dressed and then went looking for Marco. He heard him moving around in the kitchen and headed in that direction, stopping for a second when he heard the click of the lock turning on the front door. When he made it to the kitchen he wasn’t surprised to find Rome there, behind Marco.
“I take it it’s good I didn’t come earlier,” Rome drawled.
Marco jumped, then whirled around.
“ Merda! Che cazzo, Romeo ?”
Marco cursing out Rome almost made him laugh but he shook his head instead, smile wide on his lips.
“Sorry,” Rome said, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
Neil watched Marco cross his arms and glare at Rome.
“You did not scare me.”
“Startled, then,” Neil said as he stepped closer.
Rome looked at him over his shoulder, smile widening. Oh, there was no hiding what they’d just done. Not with the fucking grin he couldn’t wipe off his face and Rome knew them too well. He knew what they looked like when they were together. When they were happy.
“I hate you,” Marco grumbled and pushed past them both, heading into the hallway.
“That’s not what you said twenty minutes ago,” Neil said.
Marco stopped walking and turned around, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Neil.
“Twenty minutes ago, I was coming.”
“Oh?”
He followed Marco down the hall, laughing when Marco cursed him the whole way. Marco’s glare only made him smile that much harder.
Marco flipped him off, then went to grab a shirt. Neil was content to lean back against the wall and watch. Marco got his hands into the shirt, then raised his arms, showing off his delicious chest and biceps as he tugged the shirt over his head.
Neil pushed away from the wall and walked up to Marco, hand grabbing the man by the hips to jerk him closer. Marco looked up at him with a pinch of red spreading over his neck and cheeks.
God, he was gorgeous.
He leaned closer, brushing his nose against Marco’s and making the man groan when he pulled back before their lips could touch.
“Neil,” Marco growled under his breath.
“What?”
Marco thrust his hands into Neil’s hair and pulled him down to slam their mouths together in a heated kiss he wished would last forever.
Rome’s raised voice had them both tensing, sharing an uneasy glance before they took off toward the kitchen. Rome was on the phone, fear and anger obvious in his voice.
“I don’t trust you to deliver on your end,” Rome said. “But I’ll trade you. Serrano for Juno. I’ll send the address. Three hours.” He put down the phone, staring at it as he mumbled, “I would never do that to you.”
Marco’s harrumph had Neil preparing himself for the worst.
“I know,” Marco said, shaking his head. “I’ll do it.”
“What?” Rome croaked out.
Neil kept his mouth shut, watching Marco closely.
Marco shrugged and said, “I won’t have to go to the trouble of finding him. I can just kill him there.”
“It’s a suicide mission,” Rome snapped.
“He won’t be there alone,” Neil said to Rome and crossed his arms. “And I’m sure if you call the Kings, they’ll be more than happy to help. It’s one of their own on the line, after all.”
“Fuck,” Rome said with a sigh. He put his phone back to his ear, eyes on Marco and Neil as he said, “I need to speak with King.”