Chapter Twenty-Seven
Marco
GETTING JUNO back had been a shitshow. Well, Alvaro was dead, and they were all alive, so perhaps shitshow wasn’t the right word. Learning just what Juno meant to Rome, though? He hated that it had surprised him. Alvaro had almost killed Rome. That was why the man was dead now instead of tied up for him to torture. He wasn’t sure if he’d truly expected gratitude from Rome but what he’d gotten instead? Fuck. He’d never thought he’d hear Rome say he’d rather be dead so that Alvaro was alive to tell them where he’d put Juno.
He’d always known Rome would sacrifice himself for him. That was their lot in life. That was why he trusted the man explicitly. Knowing that Juno meant more to Rome? As happy as he was for Rome, he was also pissed. Mostly at himself for not seeing it earlier.
He’d been alone for three days. As alone as he could be with Dante running around and his staff and security having returned after being cleared by Neil. Rome had sent him a text to tell him he’d be staying with Juno. A fucking text.
Neil had disappeared, too. Back to work. They’d barely had any contact, and he was going out of his god damned mind and not just because the two men he cared the most about weren’t around but because they hadn’t heard a fucking peep from the cartel either. No one was saying a word and not because they were keeping secrets but because they hadn’t heard anything.
He liked that even less than an obvious threat to his life. Then he’d at least know what to expect. It didn’t make it any better that he didn’t feel safe without Rome and Neil around.
He put his hands on his desk and dropped his head forward with a sigh. His life had been completely upended and while he was trying to find his footing he knew he wouldn’t succeed until Neil came home. He needed the man now more than ever and no matter how pissed he was at him, the love he felt for him overshadowed it.
The door clicking shut had him whirling around, heart in his throat until he saw Neil. The man’s eyes were a shimmering darkness.
“You’re here,” he gasped out.
Neil’s lips quirked up at one corner.
Neil stalked toward him and the closer he got, the harder his blood thrummed in his veins. Neil slammed right into him, sending him back a step, his lips desperate against Marco’s.
Neil walked him backward and lifted him onto the desk in one smooth movement. Marco spread his legs, wrapping them around Neil’s hips to bring him closer.
“They won’t come after you. I’ve made sure of it,” Neil said, lips skirting down the side of Marco’s neck.
“How?”
“I had one of my operatives drop off a gift for them,” Neil said, leaning back to meet Marco’s gaze. There was a darkness in those eyes. A protectiveness and a love so deep he wondered how he could’ve ever been without it.
“What kind of gift?”
“The kind that would get the police involved if you sent it through the mail.”
Was he… talking about Alvaro?
Had this man actually dropped off Alvaro’s body to his cartel?
“What about your job? I thought you were trying to take them down?”
“Oh, I am. They’re gonna be very busy, very soon,” Neil said, a wry smile on his lips.
“I can’t believe you.” He shook his head. “That’s so fucking reckless.”
Neil arched a brow at him and said, “So, only you are allowed to act recklessly?”
“Yes,” he exclaimed, glaring at Neil.
“Right,” Neil drawled, a wry smile on his lips.
“Testa di cazzo,” Marco hissed.
Neil huffed out a laugh, his eyes gleaming, clearly not bothered by being called an asshole. When he caught Marco’s lips in a hard kiss, he didn’t even pretend to resist. What was the point? He wanted Neil, he needed him like he needed air.
“I want you,” Neil said, pulling back to run his gaze over Marco’s face, settling on staring into his eyes.
Marco’s pulse jumped when he realized what Neil meant. “It’s been a while.”
“I know.”
He cocked a brow at Neil who was smirking as he said, “What? Did you think I wasn’t keeping an eye on you?”
He could only roll his eyes and sigh. Of course, Neil had known.
“Hey.” Neil ran his fingers down Marco’s cheek. “It’s only been you for me, too.”
“What? No one wanted a brat like you?”
“I think it was more the lifeless eyes,” Neil drawled.
That sounded ridiculous to him. There was so much depth in Neil’s eyes. So many emotions. It damn well shone from them. Then again, Neil had never been able to hide from him. Whatever walls Neil tried to keep up crumbled the second his eyes met Marco’s.
“They should consider themselves lucky,” he growled under his breath. They both knew he would’ve killed anyone who touched what was his.
Neil’s lips lifted into a wry smile. “Oh, I know, baby.”
Neil grabbed the lube, then tugged Marco toward the chaise and made him sit down on it. He laid back, drawing his knees up to make room for Neil who kneeled between his legs, fingers teasing him by brushing his inner thighs with the lightest of touches.
He watched as Neil poured lube onto his fingers and slid them between his cheeks. He circled Marco’s hole, putting light pressure there before dipping the tip of one finger inside him.
“That all you got?”
Neil snapped his gaze up, his eyes dark and filled with the same lust he felt.
He hissed when two fingers entered him though the unpleasantness didn’t last long. Neil knew what he was doing, and it helped that he trusted him. That he knew he could just relax and let the man in.
Neil swallowed down his cock, fingers pumping in and out of his ass. He held onto Neil’s head, eyes closing as he did his best to just feel. The wetness. The incredible heat. That god damned friction of fingers moving inside him. It felt so fucking good.
He was shoving his ass back onto Neil’s fingers while trying to thrust up into the man’s mouth, too, and it wasn’t the easiest position to make it work.
“Fuck. I’m good,” he said, voice strained and laced with need.
Neil’s mouth disappeared first, then his fingers.
“Ride me?” Neil asked.
A wicked smile spread on his lips, and he nodded, shifting to allow Neil to sit back. He slung a leg over Neil’s thighs and slid into his lap. He wrapped a hand around Neil’s cock and held it against his hole, lowering himself onto it, groaning as the head slipped inside him, stretching him just right.
“God, you feel good,” he mumbled.
He sank down on Neil’s cock and once he had all of Neil inside him, he wrapped his arms around the back of Neil’s neck and took his mouth in a rough kiss. He started moving on Neil’s cock and when hands grabbed his ass cheeks, he couldn’t hold back a moan.
“Yes,” he hissed, impaling himself on Neil’s cock with each move of his hips.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Neil groaned.
Having Neil inside him made him fucking feral. He slammed his mouth over Neil’s, dragging the man’s bottom lip into his mouth to bite down. Hard.
Fingers dug into his cheeks, and it only made him slam his ass down on Neil harder. He took that cock like he owned it because he fucking did. Every part of Neil was his. Every part of him was Neil’s. They belonged to each other. With each other.
“Come inside me,” he gasped out.
“I was planning on it,” Neil snarked, his voice sounding strained.
Oh, he was holding back. He was trying not to come.
“I want your come inside me. I want to feel it. I want to feel you claim me,” he said, staring into stormy gray eyes.
“Fuck,” Neil hissed. “Merda!”
Neil’s grip on Marco’s ass tightened, the flash of pain making him shout the man’s name over and over as his orgasm barreled through him. The pleasure was intense. He could barely breathe. He was fucking shaking. That was what this man did to him.
Neil arched his back, mouth falling open as he came, hips pumping up into Marco who only came harder, cursing the whole time.
“Holy… fuck,” Neil muttered.
Marco chuckled and slid his fingers into Neil’s hair, tilting the man’s head forward so he could rest their foreheads together. They were both breathing hard and his thighs were burning but fuck if it didn’t feel good. It felt so fucking right.
“I’m still pissed at you,” he said, unsurprised when Neil laughed, the sound low and light. He leaned back, meeting Neil’s gaze. He knew he was the reason the man had been so reckless, and he would’ve done the same―probably even worse―but that didn’t mean he had to like it.