Juno (Salvation Kings MC Book 5)

by Ana Night

  He didn’t let Antonio answer. He’d had enough of the whiny fucker. His kids would be better off without him. The asshole hadn’t seen them since he’d given up custody years ago, anyway.

  Rome clenched his jaw and pulled the trigger, the sound deafening in the silent night. He let out the breath he was sure he’d been holding since Marco had given the order.

  He bent down to push Antonio’s body into the grave, then he grabbed the shovel and started to fill the hole. He was pissed off and riled up. He needed to relieve some of that tension and there was only one place he wanted to go to do it. One person. And he fucking hated it. It wouldn’t stop him from going, though. He was too fucking selfish.

  Juno

  He was packing up when he heard angry voices from the front. He grabbed his gun, tucking it into the back of his pants. He walked out to the front of the shop to see Scar squaring off with none other than Rome.

  “Does it look like I give a shit?” Rome growled.

  Scar huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, standing her ground. “Does it look like I give a shit?”

  Juno felt his lips quirk into a smile. It took a lot to get Scar agitated. Like, a lot.

  Rome opened his mouth but before he could say anything, Juno walked up behind Scar.

  “It’s all right, babe. I can take him,” Juno said.

  Rome’s nostrils flared at the word ‘babe,’ making Juno’s smile widen. Territorial much? Normally, that wouldn’t be his kind of thing but where Rome was concerned, all bets were off.

  Scar sighed and turned to mouth a, “Thank you,” to Juno before walking back to the desk she’d been working at. Juno held back a smile and motioned for Rome to follow him. He led the way to his room, feeling Rome close behind him the whole time. He walked inside and put his gun on top of the equipment dresser. He heard the door close and when he turned, he found himself slammed against the wall.

  “Fuck,” he breathed.

  Rome’s mouth crashed over his, Rome’s tongue pushing past his lips. The kiss was a clash of teeth and tongues. Rome’s hands in his hair, his grip just the right kind of rough. Juno grabbed two fistfuls of Rome’s shirt, pulling the man closer. Rome pushed his body against Juno’s and sucked Juno’s bottom lip into his mouth. He bit down, making Juno wince, then moan. Lust burned through him, his whole body nearly thrumming with anticipation.

  Rome tore his mouth away and before Juno could even catch his breath, he was turned and pushed back against the wall. He managed to get his hands up in time to catch himself before he smacked his head into the wall.

  “Oh fuck,” he gasped out.

  Rome pushed close, his hard cock against Juno’s ass. Juno nearly whimpered. He hadn’t had anyone take control the way Rome did, in a long time. Usually, he was the one in charge and he liked it that way, but Rome? Rome could do whatever the hell he wanted with him. He was glad he hadn’t had time to turn off his music because he knew he was going to get loud. There was no way he could hold back with Rome.

  Rome kissed his way down the side of Juno’s neck while he unbuttoned and zipped down Juno’s jeans. Juno sucked in a breath when Rome slid his hands down the back of Juno’s pants to grab his ass cheeks. He groaned and pushed his ass into Rome’s hands. Rome squeezed his cheeks, then pulled Juno’s jeans down to around his ankles.

  Juno’s cock was hard and aching. He wanted Rome so fucking much. Needed him. Needed to feel Rome inside him.

  Rome took his hands off Juno and he nearly whimpered at the loss, but then he heard the telltale sound of a belt being unbuckled. Then he felt Rome’s breath against his ear, Rome’s body hot against his back.

  “I’m going to fuck you right here,” Rome said, his voice low and husky.

  “Then get the hell on with it.”

  Rome chuckled. “So impatient.”

  Juno huffed and opened his mouth but the only sound leaving him was a needy moan when wet and cold fingers pushed between his cheeks. Rome eased the tip of a finger inside Juno, only giving him a second before pushing the rest of the digit in. Juno groaned and leaned his forehead against his arms on the wall. Rome wasn’t going to take his time getting him ready and he didn’t want it any other way. It’d hurt, but he liked the pain, liked the burn and pressure.

  Juno rocked back on Rome’s finger, cursing when Rome added another. He bit his lip to stop the needy moan that tried to escape. Rome’s fingers disappeared. He raised his head and glanced over his shoulder to see Rome pouring lube from a travel-sized bottle into the palm of his hand. Rome was already wearing a condom and, fuck, he couldn’t wait to have Rome inside him. Couldn’t wait for Rome’s thick cock to spread him wide.

  Rome’s fingers returned, two pushing inside him. He moved with Rome, fucking himself on Rome’s fingers while Rome reached around him with his other hand to stroke Juno’s cock. Juno groaned, the dual sensations nearly too much. Rome added a third finger for a few seconds before replacing his fingers with the head of his cock. A hand on the small of his back had Juno arching and pushing his ass out.

  “Fuck,” he gasped as Rome’s cock pushed against that tight ring of muscles.

  Rome sank the rest of the way inside him, holding still when he bottomed out. Juno hung his head, the burn worse than he’d anticipated but, knowing Rome was inside him, more than made up for it. With his hands on Juno’s hips, Rome thrust into him. His movements were slow, testing, for a few heartbeats, then he set a pace that had Juno panting in no time.

  Juno took a hand off the wall to wrap it around his dick, using his precome to ease the friction. Fingers slid into Juno’s hair and grabbed a tight hold that had Juno moaning and pushing his ass back against Rome. Rome pulled Juno’s head back, his mouth landing on the spot between Juno’s neck and shoulder, kissing and nibbling. Juno slapped his hand back on the wall, barely able to keep himself up with Rome’s hard thrusts.

  When Rome hit his prostate, Juno swore his fucking toes curled.

  “Fuck. Fuck. Right there.”

  Rome kept at it, slamming his hips against Juno’s ass. Rome knew how to fuck, that was for sure. Not that he’d doubted that. The man oozed as much sex as he did danger. A combination that obviously got Juno’s engine revved.

  Rome reached around him, his hand sliding over the head of Juno’s cock before he gave him a hard stroke. It was all Juno needed to come apart. He spilled over Rome’s hand, pleasure bursting through his body and leaving him a shaking mess. Rome thrust into him a few more times before burying his face in Juno’s neck and stilling. The sound Rome made had Juno wishing he could’ve seen his face as he came.

  He was still panting for breath when he was turned around and as he leaned back against the wall, his eyes closed and a smile teasing his lips, Rome pressed his body against Juno’s. Juno ran his hands up Rome’s chest, under his shirt. When he reached Rome’s tattoo, Rome hissed, then moved back to brush a kiss across Juno’s lips.

  “Thank you,” Rome mumbled.

  Juno opened his mouth but found he had a lump in his throat. He had to swallow hard against it before he managed to say, “Sure. Any time.”

  Rome took a step back and Juno watched him get rid of the condom. He sighed and bent down to pull his boxers and jeans back up. He went to open the door but before he could grab the handle, Rome’s fingers wrapped around his arm and turned him back around. Rome’s mouth slammed over Juno’s and for a second, Juno forgot how to breathe. He gasped in a breath which allowed Rome to slip his tongue into Juno’s mouth. The kiss wasn’t hurried but Rome’s tongue was still demanding. Controlling.

  Rome broke the kiss, making Juno whimper and try to follow Rome’s mouth but a hand on his chest kept him from moving far. He looked up into Rome’s eyes and bit his lip, unsure of what to do with himself. Rome’s gaze lowered to Juno’s mouth. Rome cupped Juno’s chin in his hand and ran his thumb along Juno’s bottom lip, releasing it from his teeth. A growling sound came from Rome and he took Juno’s mouth in a quick and hard kiss before jerking the
door open and walking out.

  It took Juno a second to get himself together but when he did, he touched his fingers to his lips. He could still feel Rome’s lips against his. Felt that fantom touch he never wanted to go away. It was weird but he found he didn’t care.

  He stepped through the door and leaned a shoulder against the doorframe just as Scar came walking up to him.

  “Hey, I just saw Rome leave. Did you finish his tat?” Scar asked.

  Juno felt his lips pull into a wry smile. “Oh, baby, he was not here to get ink.”

  Scar frowned, then ran her gaze down Juno’s body. He knew what she’d be seeing. Didn’t care. His shirt was rumpled, and he hadn’t bothered zipping his jeans back up yet. His hair was a fucking mess, ‘cause Rome liked pulling on it.

  “Fucking hell,” Scar blurted. “You didn’t.”

  Juno met her shocked gaze and grinned. “Oh, yeah. I definitely did.”

  Scar shook her head, a smile teasing her lips.

  “You’re crazy, Juno.”

  Crazy for Rome. For Rome’s orgasm-inducing cock. Hell yeah, he was crazy.

  “Aand you’re thinking about him,” Scar said with a sigh.

  “Huh?”

  She rolled her eyes at him, so he gave her a wink and a toothy smile. Oh, he was definitely going to be thinking about Rome. A lot.

  Chapter Four

  Rome

  HE KNEW he should stay away from Juno. He just couldn’t make himself do it. He’d fucked him the day before, but Juno was pretty fucking far from being out of his system. With the way he kept wanting the man, he wasn’t sure he’d ever get enough of him.

  He parked his car a short walking distance from the tattoo shop. He figured if he was going to change his mind, he’d do it in the time it would take to walk to the shop. He wasn’t surprised when it didn’t happen. He was a bit surprised by how fast his legs carried him there, though.

  He stopped when he was just across the street and leaned a shoulder against the corner of the building there. Even though he’d rarely been at the shop during business hours, he knew when they closed and that was right about now. The first one out the door was Bones, his usual guy—at least before Juno—and a woman with dark hair followed. He wasn’t sure he’d seen her before and when Bones wrapped an arm around her, he felt certain he hadn’t.

  The tattoo lady who liked to yell at him was next and then… nothing. She hadn’t locked the door, so someone had to still be in there. Maybe Juno had an appointment that ran late?

  He followed the others with his eyes until he was sure they were gone, then he walked across the street and pushed through the door. He didn’t hear any talking or buzzing from the tattoo machines. He did hear footsteps, though. Juno came walking out from the back, his head jerking up when he noticed someone there. Green eyes widened, then narrowed.

  “You here to fuck or get the rest of your tattoo done?”

  Rome’s lips quirked. He walked toward Juno while saying, “Both.”

  Juno watched him, his eyes dark and his teeth biting into his bottom lip. Rome swallowed back a groan. Fuck. His dick was already hardening just from seeing Juno. The man was gonna drive him crazy. He just knew it.

  When he got in front of Juno and reached for him, Juno put a hand on Rome’s chest to keep him back.

  Juno shook his head. “Tattoo first or it’ll never get done.”

  Rome put a hand over Juno’s and took a step closer. He leaned in, lips almost touching.

  “Suit yourself,” he said and moved back.

  Juno cursed under his breath but stayed where he was. Rome wore a smug smile as he led the way into Juno’s room. He sat down in the chair, his gaze going to the wall next to the door, the memory of fucking Juno there fresh in his mind.

  He pulled his shirt off, smirking when he caught Juno looking. He leaned back and watched Juno as he got everything ready. Juno put a hand on Rome’s chest and leaned in, then glanced up at Rome for a second before starting the tattoo machine. Rome resisted the urge to slide his fingers through Juno’s hair, but only just.

  Juno put the needles to Rome’s skin, making him clench his teeth. The first pass of the needles was always the worst, but he usually got used to it fast. Neither of them spoke while Juno finished up the tattoo, Juno too concentrated and Rome too busy watching Juno. He doubted he’d ever get tired of looking at the man.

  Juno

  “Done,” he said on a sigh.

  Having Rome right there, under his hands, and not being able to touch him the way he wanted was hell. From the way Rome had been looking at him, he was sure Rome felt the same way.

  He cleaned up around the new ink, then put a bandage over it and rolled his stool back to stand.

  “All right. Keep it out of the sun. No scratching, yada yada. You know the drill,” Juno said while pulling off his gloves and throwing them into the trashcan.

  When he turned around, Rome was right there in front of him, grabbing him by the shirt to pull him against Rome’s drool-worthy chest. Rome’s mouth found Juno’s in a hard kiss. He held onto Rome, digging his fingers into the back of his shoulders. Rome backed toward the chair, pulling Juno with him. When they reached it, Rome sat down and tugged Juno into his lap. The chair was sturdy, so Juno didn’t hesitate to crawl onto it along with Rome.

  Their mouths crashed together in a kiss that had heat spreading through Juno’s body. He grabbed at Rome, needing his skin under his hands.

  A phone ringing had them both freezing.

  “No,” Juno mumbled against Rome’s lips. “Nuh-uh.”

  Rome pulled back with a groan.

  Juno found himself pouting as Rome moved him back until he was forced to put his feet on the floor. Rome pulled his phone out of his pocket and turned away from Juno as he picked up.

  “Yeah?” Rome growled.

  Rome listened for a few seconds, then grabbed his shirt and tugged it on while keeping the phone against his ear. He glanced over his shoulder at Juno who didn’t waste any time pulling off his shirt. He so wasn’t beneath playing dirty and the look Rome gave him was scolding hot. Juno shivered which had Rome taking a step toward him before stopping himself and turning away.

  Rome hung up and pocketed his phone.

  “I have to go,” Rome said, sounding like he wanted to leave as much as he wanted his nuts shot off.

  “We can be quick,” Juno said.

  Rome made a sound deep in his throat and shook his head.

  “Don’t have time.”

  Juno let out a sigh and flopped down on the chair. Why was he so upset about it? He could literally find someone else to fuck in five minutes. But they wouldn’t be Rome and it was only Rome he wanted right then.

  Rome walked up to him, hands on Juno’s knees as he got between his thighs. He surprised Juno by taking his mouth in a slow kiss. Juno ran his hands up Rome’s arms. He didn’t know why but this kiss was almost as good as their hungry ones. Almost, because it was over much faster than the others.

  Rome pulled back and ran his gaze over Juno for a moment before turning and heading out the door. Juno hung his head, not wanting to see Rome leave, but also because he knew he shouldn’t feel that way. Didn’t change the fact that that he did.

  “Should’ve fucked first,” Juno mumbled to himself.

  Then Rome would still have a reason to come back.

  “Next time,” Rome said from the doorway.

  Juno’s head shot up, but Rome was already gone.

  With a grunt, he got off the chair and started to clean up. Footsteps in the hallway had him glancing up with a wry smile on his lips, thinking Rome had come back, but it wasn’t Rome who appeared in the doorway.

  “Please tell me you didn’t just scare off a client,” Stiletto said, her gaze hard as she stared at his chest. “’Cause he sure seemed in a hurry to leave.”

  Juno let out a loud groan and grabbed his shirt.

  “No, I didn’t scare him off,” he grumbled.

  “So, yo
u’re just using my place to fuck?”

  He gave her a deadpan look.

  “Does that mean we can fuck here, too?” came from behind Stiletto.

  Jordan appeared next to Stiletto who turned a glare his way.

  “No,” she exclaimed. “That’s so fucking unsanitary.”

  “I’ll show you fucking unsanitary,” Jordan said with an eyebrow wiggle.

  Juno snorted. “And that’s my cue to leave.”

  He didn’t bother putting on his shirt. He just grabbed his keys, cut, and helmet and pushed past Jordan and Stiletto who were already getting too hands-on for him to want to stick around. When he made it to the front of the shop, he stopped to tug his shirt over his head and put on his cut. Then he walked outside, heading for his bike.

  Rome had left him a needy mess and normally he would’ve just found another willing body to get it out of his system but, without Rome, what was the fucking point?

  He pulled his helmet on and threw a leg over his bike. Riding until he nearly dropped dead from exhaustion sounded like exactly what he needed to do.

  Rome

  “You wanted to see me?”

  Marco glanced up, his brown eyes blazing with anger when they met Rome’s gaze. Marco put down the pen he was holding and stood. He walked around his desk.

  Rome straightened and slowed his breathing. Whatever he’d done wrong, he was about to pay for it. Or, at least, he thought so until Marco leaned back against his desk with a sigh.

  “This is a fucking shit show,” Marco growled.

  “Boss?”

  Marco’s head snapped up. “Guys I’ve worked with for years are turning on me. Stealing from me. I don’t know who to trust anymore.”

  “You can trust me,” Rome said and meant it.

  “Can I?”

  Rome nodded and took a step closer. “You know there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”