"Mmmm," I moaned against his dick, running my tongue along the tip and then taking him into my mouth again.
"And I can't wait to do that any longer." Hayden stepped back. "I don't have much time, and I want to fuck you. Bad."
I didn’t reply as I slid out of my shorts, throwing them onto the floor with the pile of clothes. He grabbed the condom, ripping the wrapper with his teeth, and then slid the latex onto his impressive length. "Since we only have tonight, on your hands and knees," he ordered.
I grinned slowly and then obeyed. I loved it when a man took control, telling me what he wanted—how he wanted to fuck me.
Hayden slapped my ass, the sting shooting down my leg. "I also watched your ass when you got off the bus and walked away this morning."
"Did you like what you saw?"
He lined up behind me, the tip of his cock nudging my opening. "It's even better naked and staring me in the face."
My pussy stretched as he slid in, and a moan spilled from my mouth. "You feel so good."
"So do you." He grabbed my hips and started to thrust into me. "Are you sure this has to be only for tonight?"
I turned my head, looking at him over my shoulder. "Just shut up and fuck me."
And he did.
Hayden's phone buzzed in his shorts as he walked back to the bed after discarding the condom. He fished it out and then typed out a text. "I better go. Roommate is wondering where I am and wants to make sure I'm okay."
"What are you going to tell him?" I asked, slipping on my T-shirt as I sat on the bed.
He leaned down and brushed his lips against mine. "That I got caught in the storm and stayed in the lobby."
I nodded. "Okay, that's a good cover-up."
"Don't worry. I'm not telling anyone."
"Thank you."
"But you know that once I'm moved up—which could be any day—it won't matter."
"But it doesn't matter anyway because this was a one-time thing," I reminded him.
"Does it have to be?"
"Hayden …"
He stepped into his boxers. "I like you, Austin, and I promise not to do anything to compromise that."
"But I'm—"
"The owner. I got it."
"No." I shook my head. "I'm older than you."
Hayden chuckled and put his shorts on. "I don't give a shit. You could be fifty, and I wouldn't care."
I snorted and reached for my shorts. "Whoa, let's not get that crazy with age here."
He set his hands on the bed, leaning forward just inches from my face. "The point is, all of the stuff you're hung up on, I'm not. I had fun, and I want to get to know you better."
"You're very wise for your age." I grinned.
"You can thank my mother." He kissed me quickly and then grabbed his T-shirt off the floor.
"I will if I ever get the chance." I slid my shorts on.
He walked to grab his wallet and the black bag he brought. "How about this? If we're still doing whatever this is when I go up to the Majors, I'll get you a ticket to sit with my family."
My eyes widened. "Sit with your family?"
"Fine. You make sure you don't miss my first major league game, and then we'll go out with my family to celebrate after the game."
"You're moving kinda fast, don't you think?"
"You're the one that said if you ever got the chance."
"True, but we can take this slow."
"So, you’re agreeing that it's going to be more than a one-time thing?" He gave me a knowing smile.
I snorted. Of course, I wanted it to be more than a one-time thing; I was just scared. "Yeah, but it has to stay a secret."
He stood at the end of the bed. "My lips are sealed. Now, come here and let me taste yours one more time."
Chapter Eight
Hayden
I had a huge fucking grin on my face as I entered the motel room. I couldn't help it. Everything I had thought about came true, and I felt as though I was the luckiest man alive. I would never tell Vargas that I’d had Austin's lips on my dick like he'd joked about on the bus, but fuck if I didn't want to tell him. I wanted to tell him how amazing she was with it and how I had to pull her off, so I didn't cum too fast.
But my lips were sealed, and they were going to stay that way because I wanted to continue whatever it was Austin and I were starting.
"Dude, where the fuck have you been?" Vargas questioned.
"I told you in my text."
"I thought you got sucked up in the tornado or something."
Or something. "Nah." I threw my wallet and phone on the credenza and set the black bag down that still had candy in it. "I was on the phone with my mom, and shit got bad. I wasn't going to chance walking in it."
"I don't blame you. I hid in the bathroom." He chuckled.
I grinned, thinking about doing the same thing but with Austin. "Good thinking."
Still smiling, I went into the bathroom and took a shower.
I was going to sleep great.
The next day, I went three for four with one home run. I tried for more—of course—but one was better than none. Each time I got on deck, I winked at Austin as she sat in the third row. I liked having our little secret, and I liked having her watch me play. I liked Austin Daniels.
Period.
As soon as the bus dropped us off at the motel, I told Vargas I was going to call my mother and made my way to Austin's room. We didn't have plans, but by the way she had been licking and biting her lip the entire time she watched me take cuts on deck, I knew our one-time thing was going to become more—and tonight.
I knocked on the door, and after a few moments, it opened. "Ms. Daniels. Miss me?"
She grabbed a fistful of my T-shirt and pulled me into the room. "Shut up and get in here."
The End.
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Angel of Tears
A Verona Legacy Short Story
LA Cotton
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Chapter One
Matteo
“Sorry I’m late.” I jogged over to my cousins, running a hand through my hair. Fat drops of rain sprayed everywhere. A storm was blowing in, a river of water already gushing down the street.
“Let me guess,
Bella giving you shit again?” Enzo asked.
“Nah, she had some homework...”
“You’re a good brother, Matt.” Nicco clapped me on the back. “Come on, let’s get this over with.”
We slipped past the two burly men guarding the door and entered the club. No one batted an eyelid except the bartender, who waved us over. DiMarco’s wasn’t the kind of place they let just anyone through the door.
“Would you get a load of that?” Enzo let out a low whistle, flicking his head to the circular stage in the center of the room. The girl flicked long, wavy dark hair off her shoulder as she shimmied around the pole, working her body into angles that should have been impossible.
“We’re not here to play.” Nicco cut Enzo with a hard look. “Keep your dick in your pants, capisci?”
“Yeah, yeah. But it doesn’t hurt to look.” He smirked.
He was right. She was hard not to look at, her body slim and toned. Legs that went on for miles. But it was her face, the way it was obscured by a filigree eye mask, that really piqued my interest. I wanted to know who she was... and what she was hiding.
Forcing myself to look away, I rolled my shoulders back. This wasn’t a guys’ night out, it was business, and I knew better than to let myself be distracted by a piece of hot ass.
I needed to keep my head in the game.
We all did.
Nicco led us across the room, pausing at the end of the bar. “Is Zander in?” he asked the bartender.
“Back there.” The guy flicked his head to the black door framed by dark purple velvet curtains. The whole place was opulent, as if guys came here with their fat wallets and seedy desires for the décor. I snorted.
Nicco pulled back the curtain and disappeared into the dark abyss. “What?” Someone grunted. “Oh, shit. Nicco, my man, I didn’t realize it was you.”
“Zander,” my cousin replied coolly. “We’re here to collect.”
Zander sat back in his leather chair and ran a hand over his jaw. “About that...”
“No excuses.” Nicco slid his hand inside his jacket. “You and I both know we’re not leaving here without what you owe...”
The temperature in the room dropped. Niccolò Marchetti might only have been nineteen like me and Enzo, but age was just a number when you were the son of the boss.
Zander stared up at him as if he were weighing up his options, which was pretty fucking ironic since he had none.
You either paid up or you paid the price.
In our business, it was that fucking simple.
“Don’t keep me waiting,” Nicco ground out. Enzo twitched at his other side, no doubt itching for a fight. He was my cousin, my brother in all the ways that counted, but he was a loose fucking cannon. Me, I preferred it when things went smoothly, and we avoided bloodshed.
My father said it was my weakness. That I was a soft touch. I guess he had a point. Being a soldier for the Marchetti family required a certain level of detachment, the ability to do whatever it took to protect and uphold the family name.
Zander let out a frustrated breath, letting us know how unwelcome we were. “You’re a real fucking piece of work, you know that, Marchetti?”
“What the fuck did you just say?” Enzo shot forward. “Do you know who you’re talking to?”
“Enzo,” Nicco warned, pulling him back. He stepped forward, power exuding from him. We were all bound to this life, whether we wanted it or not. But for Nicco, it was different. One day, he would be the head of the family. The boss. The guy with all the power. And I knew him well enough to know he had yet to make his peace with the legacy bestowed upon him.
“You dare to disrespect me?”
Zander stood up, meeting Nicco’s stare, defiance rolling off him.
“You moved into our territory, that was on you. You knew the deal; you knew what it meant. We let you do business here and you pay. You're. Fucking. Due.”
Zander tsked, tugging at his collar. “Yeah, yeah, Marchetti, I know the deal.” He walked over to a giant painting on the wall, ran his finger along the edge, and pulled it away, revealing a safe hidden in the brick wall. Once he had the envelope, he closed it again, repositioned the painting and stalked toward Nicco. “Nice doing business with you, kid.” He thrust the envelope at Nicco’s chest.
A low growl vibrated from Enzo, but before he could intervene, Nicco whipped out his pistol and jammed it against Zander’s forehead. “Get your dirty fucking hands off me.” Tension crackled through the air.
“Whoa, easy there, Nicco.” The blood drained from the cocky fucker’s face. “It’s all good, we’re all friends...”
“Does it look like we’re friends?” Nicco gritted out, slowly forcing Zander backward. “You pay your dues just like everyone else. Got it?”
“Yeah, yeah, man, of course. I was just—”
“Mouthing off like a little bitch?” Enzo said, grabbing the envelope off him.
Nicco finally withdrew his pistol, shoving it back in the holster strapped to his body. But his expression remained dark.
He didn’t like Zander DiMarco. None of us did. But business was business and his legitimate chain of strip clubs in and around Providence, Verona County, and Pawtucket made the family a good chunk of change in exchange for protection.
“Look, let’s start over. Stay. Have a drink; on the house of course.” He slicked back his hair. “And if you want a dance, something a little extra, just say the word.”
Enzo’s eyes flared. Dirty bastard couldn’t keep his dick in his pants for longer than a couple of hours. My thoughts went to the girl out front, the dancer.
What was it about her?
“See something you like out there?” Zander threw me a knowing smile.
“We didn’t come here to relax,” Nicco interjected.
“Of course. But stay for one drink. Let me reassure you that we can continue to make good business together.”
Nicco’s brow quirked up and Enzo smirked. Like this fucker had any choice in the matter. You didn’t renege on a deal with the Marchetti.
Unless you wanted to end up in a body bag.
“One drink.” Nicco gave Zander a sharp nod.
We all filed out of Zander’s office and reentered the main room. There was a new girl riding the pole. All bottled-blonde and fake tits, she didn’t do a damn thing for me. But Enzo looked hungry for more than just a dance.
We each took a seat at the bar. “Shaun, see to my guys here, okay?” Zander clasped Nicco on the shoulder. “Whatever they want, on the house. Gentleman, I’ll leave you in good hands.”
“See you next month.” Nicco cut him with a hard look.
Zander gave a small nod before strolling away as if he hadn’t just come close to getting his brains blown out.
“Remind me why your old man thought it would be a good idea to bring in someone like DiMarco?” Enzo grumbled.
“His chain of clubs brings in good money, you know that.”
“The guys a complete asshole.”
“You’re not wrong there.” Nicco let out a heavy sigh, propping himself back against the bar.
“Did you see the way he almost shit himself when you pulled your piece out on him?”
“Enzo.” I shook my head discreetly.
Nicco didn’t enjoy pulling rank, and I knew things weighed heavily on his shoulders.
“Gentlemen.” The bartender slid a tray of drinks our way. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to someone calling me a gentleman. I was nineteen; we all were. Yet, we’d seen more than most kids our age.
Lived more.
Less than a year ago, before we were officially initiated into the family, things were different. Our lives were our own to some degree. Now we were nothing but puppets, slaves to the cause.
Enzo lived for it. The power and control. The violence. He took after his old man, Uncle Vincenzo, in that respect. Nicco was different though. He went through the motions, exacting his father’s orders because it was expected. But despit
e his misgivings about it all, he was good at his job.
We all took a glass. I swirled the contents around, watching as the amber liquid sloshed up the sides. We weren’t old enough to legally drink, but age was nothing but a number, and once a Marchetti man turned eighteen he took his role in the family. That’s always how it had been, always how it would be.
“To family,” Nicco said, catching my eye, and I knew his words held a double meaning.
The family business would always come first.
It had to.
But our families—my sister, and Nicco’s sister—were our driving force.
Everything we did was to keep them safe, to give them the life they deserved.
A life I hoped, one day, would one see Arabella far far away from Verona County.
“It’s looking bad out there,” Shaun said as we stood up and thanked him for the drinks. “Be safe guys.”
“Thanks.” I pulled out my wallet and threw down a fifty.
“Fuck, I need to get laid,” Enzo said as we passed the podium where another dancer was working the pole. “We heading to L’Anello’s?”
“Not tonight. I promised Bailey I’d hang out,” Nicco said.
“You do realize you’re not his fucking babysitter, don’t you?” Enzo grumbled as we exited the club. Shaun wasn’t wrong, the storm had arrived. Rain hammered down on the roof of the club, the wind howling like a pack of hungry wolves.
“He’s a good kid,” Nicco replied.
“Yeah, yeah. Why don’t we pick him up and take him with us? Who knows, maybe we can get him his first blow job?”
“He’s fifteen, E.”
“Like you weren’t getting your dick sucked in ninth grade.” He shot me with a knowing grin, and I rolled my eyes.
“My truck is in the next block over,” I said. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”
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