He jerked off, making sure that their dicks touched, but it was the thought of Dom’s ass, of his hole now well fucked, hot, and raw that pushed him over the edge. This would never get old. He made sure to keep Dom’s shirt up as he came on his muscular stomach, biting on Dom’s lip with a groan.
Domenico’s eyes got a devilish glint that only became brighter seconds before those beautiful amber eyes closed, and Dom came, carelessly spraying cum all over Seth’s clothes. He stumbled back against the wall and held on to Seth with one hand, catching his breath.
Seth smiled, not caring about stains just yet. All he was focused on was Dom’s chest, and he reached out to smear his cum up all the way to Dom’s pecs. He was still panting as he watched the beautiful man before him, who was always more than willing to fuck at a second’s notice.
A smile danced on Domenico’s lips, and he opened his eyes again, looking down at the white streaks on his skin. “That was over quick,” he said with a joyful undertone to his voice and put his hand over Seth’s, moving it all over his chest.
“Sorry for being an overeager teenager about this, but we don’t exactly have much time.” Seth sighed and leaned down for a kiss as he rubbed his thumb against Dom’s nipple.
“I know,” said Dom, slowly pushing his shirt back over the drying seed. He kissed Seth’s mouth, soft and loving like a well-fucked man should be. “But I fucking missed this.”
Seth’s smile widened, and he couldn’t help the butterflies in his stomach. Being in love with Domenico never got old. “Me too. I kept watching you do those push-ups every day… And wanted to be on you, under you, all over.”
Dom grinned and pulled Seth down with him as he picked up his pants, twisting Seth’s neck into an uncomfortable angle. But that didn’t make Seth break the kiss. “There will be plenty of that once we leave here.”
Seth smiled into the kiss, and got some toilet paper for a quick cleanup before pulling his pants back up. “Oh, yeah? After all, I have many of your associates to meet.”
Domenico purred and nipped on Seth’s lips again before breaking away to sort himself out. Their bodies were still buzzing with excitement as they left the restroom and sneaked into the deserted lounge. Domenico’s shoulders seemed so relaxed Seth knew he needed to provide this kind of service more often.
He tried to wash off the spunk with water, but just ended up with half of his shirt wet. Not that it mattered in the summer heat. He watched Dom’s back as he led the way and imagined his ass still feeling the afterglow of the rough fuck. And it was high time for them to be coming back, as Greaseball was already looking for them.
“What is it?” asked Domenico as they approached him outside. “Where is everyone?”
Grease scowled at Dom, still with a huge bruise that looked like a tentacled beast sliding from beneath the bandage. “In church.”
Domenico frowned and looked back at Seth. “Why the fuck would they be there? What are they thinking? That her arm’s gonna grow back if they pray hard enough?”
The guy frowned at him, as if Domenico was the stupidest person on the planet, whereas he knew it all. “It means they’re in a meeting…”
Seth took a deep breath, still a bit lightheaded. “Where’s the girl?”
“Her sister’s taking care of her.” Grease pointed at a distant part of the lounge, where a woman leaned over Jo and spoke something quietly.
She had dark hair that covered her face, and she was facing away from them, but even now, he could recognize the tattoo on her arm—a unicorn on a motorbike. Domenico scowled but turned around and went straight at Grease.
“We kept our end of the bargain. Where’s Dana?”
“Here.” Dana’s voice crept out of the shadows behind the pool table so suddenly Seth cringed.
Jo’s sister looked back finally, and her wet eyes widened when she recognized them. At least it was now clear how the Nails had found them in the hospital. It was Jess, the damn nurse who always seemed to make pretty eyes at Dom.
Domenico casually walked up to her, and only Seth was able to pick up the slight hesitation in his gait. “How is she?” he asked, not addressing the elephant in the room.
Jess rubbed her eyes and looked at her unresponsive sister, who was now dressed in a black band T-shirt that she could easily use as a dress. “I—she’s in shock.”
“But she must be well in general? Since you’re not taking her to the hospital…” Seth asked and put his hands in his pockets.
“Y-yes. She has no broken bones, no cuts. Just… scars and bruises.” The last words came out trembly, and Jess sank to her knees by the couch, squeezing her sister’s limp hand.
“I’d run a battery of blood tests on her, if I were you,” said Domenico, as if he weren’t speaking to a medical professional.
Jess’s eyes narrowed, but she didn’t comment on that and hugged her sister. “I’ll take care of her, but the guys need to move first.”
Domenico shrugged, and a low groan escaped his lips. “I’m happy we got her. I was convinced we wouldn’t.”
Seth stroked Dom’s back, enjoying the warmth of flesh underneath the fabric. “I’m happy it all worked out this way. We will probably be moving as early as tomorrow.”
Jess hunched her shoulders. “Thank you,” she said in a small voice. “She’s the only family I have left around here. I’m... I’m sorry about Ryder. He can be pretty stubborn.”
“No shit,” said Dom.
“I can’t believe she was so close, and we didn’t know.” Jess sniffed and gently ran her fingers over Jo’s hair.
There was a roar of bikes outside, and moments later, a few more men in leather vests poured into the lounge.
Domenico shook his head. “Those people don’t recruit locally, and they don’t advertise within the state. Just take care of your sister, and leave the rest to your men,” said Domenico, and even Seth cringed at his way of thinking. Thank God Dom wasn’t straight. He’d make some girl either crazy or miserable.
Jed blinked as he entered, his eyes settling on Domenico and Seth before moving to the women. The bikers stilled, poking each other as they stared at the miraculously found girl.
“Oh, fuck... Jo,” muttered Jed, pushing past Dom and kneeling in front of her. The girl didn’t even blink—her eyes as empty as a porcelain doll’s.
Seth didn’t want to imagine the horrors she must have been through. The door to another corridor opened, and more bikers came in, including Ryder, his father, Axe, and their club president.
“We’re getting more Nails here from other states,” Axe said with a frown. “This shit will not fly on our territory.”
The newly arrived men roared their agreement, and Jo gave the tiniest flinch, but it seemed only her sister noticed and quickly pulled her to her feet. As strange as it was, Jo moved once expressively prompted, and they walked out, closing the door behind them.
Ryder followed them to the door with his gaze and shook his head, massaging his temples as the president spoke about the people he’d called over for support. It seemed like quite an impressive number, but with the way the traffickers were organized, it was hard to say whether the small army of Coffin Nails would be enough.
Jed walked up to his brother and put an arm around his shoulders, speaking softly.
“We need to be smart about this,” said Ripper, looking at his men with a glare that promised blood. “As far as everyone outside this room’s concerned, Jo’s still missing. Don’t talk about this to anyone. Not to your women, not to Jo’s friends, not to random strangers who seem to be just passing by.”
Domenico spoke up, “I’ll sketch the plan of the base for you, at least what I saw of it.”
All eyes turned toward him, even Ryder’s, whose flushed face seemed forlorn as his gaze strayed to Seth, who just frowned at him in return, remembering all the hurtful words thrown his way. Seth was proud of Dom wanting to still help them some more, as he could be a spiteful bastard when he wanted to.
Ry
der pulled away from his brother, and as Ripper finished his speech, he made his way to the fridge and pulled out three beers. Seth stood closer to Domenico when Ryder approached them with a grim expression.
Dom squinted. “What?”
Ryder showed his teeth, and it was clear that admitting his mistakes didn’t come to him easily. “Thought you two wanted a cool beer after doing the job, but you don’t have to if all you drink is some fancy-schmancy European wine!”
Seth finally looked into Ryder’s eyes and dared a smile as he took the beer. “I could use one.”
Jed walked up to them with a glass of brown drink in hand already. “I’m guessing you’ll be leaving tomorrow?” He sounded so eager about it, Seth could imagine that Jed would even give them a ride to Mexico if it meant the video was to never surface. It was kind of sad, really.
Domenico nodded. “Yeah. We’ll be out of your hair very soon,” he promised, and Jed’s shoulders all but sagged in relief.
Ryder took a few big gulps, as if interacting with Domenico and Seth cost him a lot of courage. “Hope it works out for you,” he said eventually.
Jed looked up at his brother. “I told you they were all right,” he grumbled.
Seth was pretty sure it wasn’t what Jed was thinking, but a try at regaining Ryder’s trust.
Ryder gave them both a sideways glance. “I suppose. For guys who fuck other guys.”
To his credit, at least he didn’t use the F-word. Seth couldn’t help a silly grin. Never in a million years would he admit it to Dom, but in fact, he did find Ryder handsome. With his tats, short ponytail, and the stubble, his looks and good attitude had always provided entertainment during tedious gym sessions. Especially when he’d take his shirt off. It was nice to get some kind of conclusion to the weird way their acquaintance had developed.
“It’s not like you can choose it,” he said, looking at Dom. Being attracted to Domenico Acerbi had definitely not been a choice.
Ryder smirked and gulped down more beer as Jed’s eyes grew even bigger. “Spare me that propaganda. You two do whatever you want, but I don’t wanna see it, and neither does anyone else.”
Jed nodded quickly and downed his drink.
Seth sighed, feeling sorry for him already. One day, this problem would blow up in Jed’s face, and it wouldn’t be a pretty sight when it happened, and his own brother cast him out. He raised his hands. “Okay, okay. Just saying. It’s hard to think about rules and morals when you’re horny.”
Domenico chuckled, but Ryder didn’t seem the least amused. “Jesus fuck! Don’t put that in my brain. Not gonna happen.”
Seth’s smile widened, and he couldn’t help but reach for the low-hanging fruit now that he was sure he wouldn’t get punched in the face for it. “Of course, it won’t. I have a boyfriend.”
Ryder shoved him, but it wasn’t menacing, so even Dom didn’t feel the need to straight-shame him.
“Congratulations,” said Ryder dryly and wet his lips with the beer again. It seemed he would be much more content about being anywhere else, and so was poor Jed who avoided eye contact.
“I deserve it,” said Dom, and Ryder walked off after waving his hand in resignation. Jed was quick to follow in his brother’s footsteps.
Seth clinked his bottle with Dom’s. “Let’s find Mark?”
Domenico smiled and led the way to the staircase, which was already open again. He snickered when Grease asked about the oil in the restroom. They held hands as soon as they were out of sight and climbed all the way to the second floor. Domenico said nothing as they approached the door next to theirs and knocked. No one answered, so Seth knocked louder.
“That’s how you do it,” he whispered to Dom when the door opened.
Mark looked up at them with big eyes, and Domenico forced his way into the tiny room. “Are you okay? No one bothered you?” he asked, sitting on the bed.
“No, I’m fine.” Mark waved his hand and backed up against the wall. “I even forced Jed to get me these.” He pointed at a big pair of earphones on his neck.
Seth closed the door behind him and leaned against it.
Domenico caught his gaze before looking at Mark again. “Have you talked to Fred?”
Mark shrugged. “Yeah, told him it’s gonna be a few days. Better tell me about your mission. How did it go?”
Domenico nodded at the earphones. “You need to stop using these. They’ll damage your hearing. And you’d already know we found the girl if you listened to what was going on downstairs.”
Mark’s eyes went wide. “You found her? Oh, my God! That’s amazing! I bet they’re all licking your boots now.”
Seth smiled and raised the bottle he had in his hand. “Ryder got me a beer.”
“Yeah, he’d probably suck your cock too if you asked him long enough,” said Dom and pulled Seth into his lap so hard the bed creaked under their combined weight.
Seth laughed and wrapped his arms around Dom’s neck. “I wouldn’t go that far. I just feel a bit sorry for Jed.”
Mark rolled his eyes. “Seriously?”
Seth groaned and hugged Dom. “I mean, the guy seems lost.” He gave Dom a kiss and grinned. “He just needs to find the right cock to suck.”
Domenico shook his head. “Not gonna give him mine or yours, so he’s got to fend for himself.” He kissed the side of Seth’s neck and cuddled his face up against it. Having regained that close physical bond they had shared before Vincente caught up with them was making Seth feel like he was walking on cotton candy.
“So we can move back to the swamp house?” Mark asked. “Since, you know, the police is looking for Dom…” He made a gesture of neck cutting.
Domenico stiffened, and all of a sudden, Seth’s chest overflowed with fear that he’d want to get rid of Mark, and it would be Seth’s fault. He had taken Mark into town.
“The fucker was about to say a name. I didn’t know if he knew me or one of the other guys,” Dom muttered, casting a heavy glance at Seth. He had to mean the fake personas. “I couldn’t risk exposure.”
Mark twirled his thumbs. “What name? You killed him for knowing a name?”
Domenico squinted and patted him on the ribs. “Names can kill. Some decisions just need to be made, and that man was no innocent either.”
A silly smile surfaced on Mark’s lips. “So you’re not Domenico? Are you, like, Percival or something?”
Domenico exhaled and rubbed his eyeballs as if the question sucked the life out of him. “It is Domenico. You really think my fiancé would be calling me by a fake name?”
“I’m sorry,” Mark mumbled. “I mean, I suppose he must have deserved it if you killed him…”
A small smile curved Domenico’s lips, and he ruffled Mark’s hair. “He did. He was a bad, bad man.”
Seth licked his lips, embarrassed to hear that and eager to change the topic. “We won’t be going back to the swamp house. I think it will be time for us to move on from here. Take you where we promised in the first place.”
Domenico exhaled and gave a nod that made Seth sag with relief. “Yes, I think we will be safer out of the state.”
Mark’s smile faded, and he watched them with wide eyes. “Oh, okay. I suppose that makes sense.”
Domenico looked at his nails, and it was one of the most un-Domenico-like things Seth had ever seen. “We can talk to him, if you’d like. You know, to make sure he’s all right.”
Seth stroked Dom’s nape. He was pretty sure Dom had developed an attachment to the kid that he wouldn’t admit to. Domenico treated outsiders like potential threats, so it was strange that Mark would have found a way to weasel into Dom’s calculating heart.
Mark shrugged. “Nah. I mean… It’s Fred. The worst he’s gonna do is bore me to tears with some documentary series on sea life…”
“It’s fine either way. I want to go early so that I can have a look at him,” said Domenico.
Mark nodded, and Seth passed him his beer. “You should party tonight. Chill
out before the big trip.”
Mark squeezed it in his hand and nodded. “I think I’ll just relax.”
“It could be a long day tomorrow, so do that. And make sure to let Fred know you’re coming,” said Dom, pulling out a cigarette. The flame danced in front of his face, but in the end, the cigarette burned red, and he took a drag of smoke.
Mark licked his lips, playing around with the bottle in his hands. “Would it be all right if I borrow the car first? I wanted to say good-bye to Raj.”
Domenico fumbled with his pocket and threw Mark the keys. “Give back that beer.”
Mark flashed him a stupid grin but passed the beer back to Seth. “Probably gonna try and sneak in some last-minute BJ or something.”
Seth shook his head and got up from Dom’s lap.
Domenico followed him to his feet and ruffled Mark’s hair again. “Have fun.”
Mark nodded without looking up, too focused on the keys. Seth wasn’t truly happy about how things had developed with the boy, but they had saved him from Jed, stuck out their necks. There wasn’t exactly much they could do anymore. They’d probably give him some money. Maybe a used car… but it wasn’t as if they could keep in touch.
Domenico’s hand squeezed around Seth’s, and they walked out the door.
“See you later.”
Mark took a deep breath and threw a little pebble at Raj’s window, hoping to catch his attention, since he wasn’t picking up calls. Knowing him, he was probably gaming and lost track of the reality around him. Mark didn’t have that luxury. He was stuck, desperate, and so anxious he had a stomachache. Despite the night’s chill, he was so hot he half suspected himself to be feverish. He’d hoped for at least a few more days with Seth and Domenico. At the back of his mind had been a glimmer of hope that maybe they’d feel sorry for him. Take him in. Maybe help him find a job? But he couldn’t force himself on them when they clearly had problems of their own. There was a cash prize from the police for anyone who helped find the diner killer, but Mark wouldn’t betray Domenico no matter what money was on offer. It wouldn’t be fair after all that Dom and Seth had done for him.
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