Guns n' Boys: Swamp Blood (Book 3) (gay dark mafia erotic romance) Read online

“I know. It’s the ribs, but I’m sure I’ll be fit to travel. You’re probably sick of the beard as well, but we have to stay under the radar.” Seth put the plate away after eating just one bite.

  Domenico brushed his fingers through the soft, bushy hair on Seth’s face. “Let’s go to a doctor tomorrow. I’ll arrange something.”

  “Can’t we wait till next week or something?” Seth looked away but cuddled up closer.

  Domenico picked up more of the cake, and he could swear it tasted better with each bite. “Why? You can’t do all the things we used to do together.”

  “’Cause I know it will get better with time. I think the mind can influence the body a lot, and I just need to keep trying.” He clenched and unclenched his fist over Dom’s chest.

  “But I had my ribs broken, and it shouldn’t be a problem anymore. Why don’t you let me feel them?”

  “It’s not like you’re gonna feel much through the layer of fat.” Seth laughed and trailed his fingers over Dom’s ribs.

  Domenico snorted. “Yeah, right—” He wanted to say something more, but the way Seth’s touch made his skin explode with sensation stopped all and any further words from coming out of his mouth.

  “Did you and Dana have fun?” Seth asked, and the question jarred with the way his fingers slid to Dom’s stomach. Dana was the last thing on Domenico’s mind right now.

  “Fuck Dana. I’m more interested in you,” he muttered, pushing away the cake. All his senses were focused on the rough, warm touch of fingertips lazily dancing over his flesh.

  “Maybe we could go on that alligator hunt together then? Would you like that?” Seth leaned closer and kissed Dom’s ear.

  Domenico scowled, but leaned into the touch, sighing with approval. “You want that?”

  “Only if you promise to leave the killing to me this time.” The heat of Seth’s breath was like an additional set of fingers caressing his skin, and Dom’s heart began pounding. How long had it been since they’d been close like this? Two weeks? Three?

  Domenico groaned and pulled Seth’s hand lower, to his cock that was filling at a rapid speed. He needed the touch, at least some skin against skin, if he couldn’t have Seth the way he wanted to.

  Seth sucked on Dom’s earlobe and struggled with the button of Dom’s shorts. “Is that a yes?”

  Domenico rasped in agreement and ground his hips against Seth’s hand, already overcome with red-hot need. He wanted to come down Seth’s throat, lay down on him, hold on to his hair, and lick his sweat.

  When Seth managed to slide his hand into Dom’s pants and his thick fingers curled around Dom’s dick, he knew he’d even promise to eat the fucking alligator. Raw if necessary. Seth left kisses down Dom’s neck and pushed Dom’s pants lower for better access, leaving any exposed skin on fire.

  “Fuck...” Domenico closed his eyes and turned his body toward Seth’s, sliding his arms around the big, cuddly chest. Just smelling him up close was enough to send Dom’s mind up into the air.

  Seth’s hand started a slow and steady rhythm, and Dom wanted to fuck his fist just to make it faster. His imagination combined with the scent, dreaming up a concoction of the dirtiest imagery. Dom needed to fuck Seth’s tight ass so bad. There was a closeness to their sex, even at times when it was all about a quick raw fuck. The way Seth opened up to him, the way he moaned and whimpered when Dom pushed his dick inside was something Dom needed more than oxygen.

  “I wanna do it,” he whispered, slowly massaging the flesh of Seth’s back through the T-shirt that seemed a permanent fixture on his lover’s body. “How about that?”

  “About what? About fucking?” Seth whispered and the moves of his hand quickened, even though he wasn’t gripping as steadily as he used to.

  Dom couldn’t care less. He nodded fervently and squeezed Seth through his sweats, happy to find him just as hard as Dom himself was. “Yeah. I’d flip you over and rim you for half an hour. I’d eat your round, beautiful ass until you’d be begging me to push my cock in.”

  Seth groaned, and Dom knew that sound of arousal by heart. “Oh, fuck… You’d push it in hard, all sweaty and strong. I love you like that.” Seth was losing his breath, and the way the usual wall around him slowly crumbled had Dom as horny as ever and on the verge of orgasm already.

  “Yeah?” rasped Dom as he pulled out Seth’s cock and pumped it gently. “I’ll fuck you until I come inside, and then I’ll fuck you again, because you’re mine. I want this so bad...”

  Even just holding Seth’s cock in his hand, feeling it throb with heat, was as close to fucking as ever. “Yeah, bareback,” Seth rasped, jerking Dom off at a furious pace.

  Domenico hissed and shuddered as Seth dragged his fingers over the sensitive flesh below the head of his cock. He was sweating. He was coming with the image of Seth’s ass trembling each time Dom slammed into him.

  Seth murmured into Dom’s neck, holding his other hand on Dom’s tense stomach. “You’re so ridiculously hot,” he whispered, giving Dom that sense of validation that could string him along forever.

  “Oh, fuck... so are you... I just...” Domenico leaned in and captured Seth’s lips in a hard, demanding kiss. His head was pulsing with the waves of the recent orgasm, but even after coming, he was still as hungry for Seth as ever. He pulled up Seth’s hand and lapped at the center of the palm while holding Seth’s gaze.

  “I know, I’m working on the grip,” Seth whispered and half-closed his eyes, while slowly rocking his hips into the touch.

  “Your grip’s fine,” rasped Domenico, swallowing down two of Seth’s fingers and sucking up all of his own seed. The salty aroma bit at his tongue but was just too delicious to stop until Seth’s hand was pristinely clean. “How about your hips? Are those fine, too?”

  Seth swallowed, and his lips parted. “I… I mean—how?”

  Domenico rolled off the sofa and pushed Seth’s knees far apart before diving in toward the red, throbbing length of Seth’s cock. It smelled of soap and arousal, which Dom could swear was the most beautiful scent on earth. “Fuck my mouth.”

  Seth stilled for a bubble-bursting moment, but his fingers slipped into Dom’s hair, and he pulled Dom’s head closer. His chest heaved and even though different from the way Seth used to be, he still presented the hottest picture with his cheeks reddened and tongue trailing his upper lip.

  “You like that. You want to come down my throat and hold me down,” whispered Domenico opened his lips, only to trace them with his tongue as obscenely as he could. He was still on fire. In need of more than a simple hand job.

  “Yeah, I want you to swallow my load,” Seth said, but it came out quiet, as if he were shy about it. He pulled Dom’s head closer by the hair, the force sending tingles of arousal down Dom’s body even after the orgasm.

  Domenico moaned and brushed his teeth lightly up the length of Seth’s cock, lapping at the thick vein on the underside. His mouth was watering. His throat relaxed, and all he wanted was that thick, lovely cock ramming in and stealing his breath. “Then make me swallow.”

  There it was. A familiar glint in Seth’s dark eyes. It had been missing so often lately, yet Dom would never forget how it looked. Seth yanked Dom’s head closer, making him swallow half his cock in one go, and didn’t let go. Holding Dom’s head in place, he rocked his hips up, pushing in farther and demanding entrance.

  Domenico howled with pleasure, or at least tried, because it came out muffled, and judging from Seth’s reaction, it sent vibrations all over his cock. He relaxed his throat further, and two thrusts later, the head finally invaded his throat, pushing its way through into his neck. He could almost cry with how good it felt.

  “Fuck, yes!” Seth hissed, and fucked Dom’s mouth so hard his balls slapped against Dom’s chin. “Swallow it all…” The grip on Dom’s hair tightened when Seth came, his cock throbbing between Dom’s lips.

  Domenico grabbed Seth’s thighs, out of breath but holding on, not wanting to let a single drop of cum escape hi
m. It was only after several seconds that he slowly withdrew, delighting in the way the fat dick retracted out of his mouth. Still, he kissed the tip and nuzzled the middle of his cock before burying his face in Seth’s balls. He loved how they felt, smooth in their fleshy sheath, even with the fluff of pubic hair.

  “You could get a better boyfriend than me with those skills,” Seth said, gently petting Dom’s hair.

  Domenico grinned, relaxed and happy with his head resting on Seth’s thigh, with cum in his stomach and the scent of Seth’s arousal clinging to his skin. “Maybe. But I’d rather have you.”

  Seth bit his lips and pulled up his pants. “I can’t even cook for you properly now.”

  Domenico grinned. “If I wanted a cook, I’d hire one.” He pressed a soft kiss to the flesh still visible between shirt and pants and slipped his arms around Seth’s midsection, eagerly resting after the most satisfying moment in three months.

  “I was planning my first hunt in a few days. I even got a recipe for batter with local spices.” Seth stroked Dom’s hair, looking down at him.

  Domenico scowled. “Why are you so determined? Nobody actually wants to eat those things. I’m sure people don’t have a choice...”

  Seth raised an eyebrow. “What? Of course they do. Apparently, it tastes like chicken.”

  Domenico rolled his eyes and nuzzled Seth’s pec through the thin shirt. “That’s what people say when they think something doesn’t taste like anything.”

  Seth groaned and weaseled out of Dom’s grip. “Why do you have to make it so difficult? I just wanna try doing something new.”

  Domenico backed away and sat on his heels. “You keep complaining about your ribs and hand. That’s what you should deal with, not with an animal that could make you even worse.”

  Seth frowned and opened his mouth but didn’t say anything in the end, which was even worse than listening to him moan about the alligator issue. He walked off to their bedroom, leaving Dom on his knees, with happiness oozing out of him as if there were a wound he couldn’t sew up.

  He got up, staring at the cake, which now suddenly seemed bitter and unappealing. Not so long ago, he’d call it a sweet gesture, but in the light of Seth’s recent behavior, the cake was more like a half-assed try to stop him from going crazy.

  Domenico slid onto the sofa and pinched the bridge of his nose. His whole life was slowly revealing its thin, breakable legs.

  Domenico’s mood was steadily deteriorating. The shower felt more draining than the long morning training, and instead of sweat and worries, it was all traces of good humor that were going down the drain along with the dirty water. Dana’s eyes drilled into him with a curiosity he didn’t want to address. She had no idea what he was going through. In fact, once, she even told him she didn’t understand why people would make their lives so complicated with sex, but he had neither a way nor a desire to explain his position to someone who couldn’t possibly get it.

  He was Domenico Acerbi, and throughout his life, sex had not been a complicated issue. While not always desired or particularly good, there was always relief to be had. A warm body. An escort to spoil over the weekend and woo into bed despite the agency saying it wouldn’t be part of the package. With Seth, stuff had stopped being straightforward, but contrary to what Dom believed about himself, the cold shoulder he kept getting didn’t only spur anger. With each week, the horrid nightmares were longer and more detailed, and he kept losing Seth in every single one of them. The worst thing was that despite the boring nature of their everyday life, the dreams felt all too close to reality.

  They stopped at the same Walmart they had shopped at for the past months, and Dom was pretty sure this trip would be just as uneventful as all the others. Seth didn’t seem particularly excited about the day either as he strolled between the shelves, stocking up on tuna, rice, and some vegetables. He even scowled at a can of processed beef.

  “We don’t have to buy that,” said Dom as they walked through the narrow aisles with generic white tiles on the floor. “It stinks worse than canned salmon.”

  “At least the alligator would be fresh,” Seth grumbled, pushing his cart into an aisle with hunting equipment.

  Domenico snorted. “Might as well buy a goat. At least it wouldn’t kill you.”

  “I don’t want a goat. Anyone can have a goat.” Seth frowned, but at least turned to face Dom. “I could have a fucking goat in Mexico. This is the place to try alligators.”

  “There are other things you haven’t tried in a while,” snarked Domenico, walking on with his gaze fixed on a wall of canned soups. He’d had far too much of that abomination recently.

  Seth threw a set of knives into the basket. “Yeah, ‘cause there isn’t much to do in this shithole. We’re in hiding. I can’t even run a blog or anything.”

  “Oh, so you need Internet now to be entertained? I must be getting fucking old,” growled Domenico, more agitated by the second. He hated the way Seth kept pretending he didn’t understand what the conversation was about.

  Seth pouted and slouched over the shopping cart. “You are one year older today. But it doesn’t matter if you spend all your time with Dana anyway.”

  Domenico turned around and poked Seth’s chest with his index finger. “I’m not fucking her!”

  “I know that. You’re afraid to even look at pussy.” Seth backed away by a step.

  “And no one’s stopping you from coming with us. I told you it might be good for you to keep moving, and you still sit on your ass all day and sulk!”

  “Yeah, right,” Seth hissed at him. “I’m gonna go running with my ribs still healing? At the pace of a fucking turtle behind the two of you with your fucking… lung capacity.” He turned away from Dom and pushed the cart into another aisle.

  Heat rose in Domenico’s chest, and he followed Seth, quickly grabbing him by the shoulder. “I would have run with you. I always did. It’s you who chooses not to engage in anything we used to do together!”

  Seth pushed him away. "Oh, so now you've always slowed down for me? I remember being pretty good at running."

  Domenico snorted and shook his head. “Yeah. You used to be pretty good.”

  Seth gave him a glare and pushed the cart toward the cash registers without a word. Dom was pretty sure not stopping by the sweets and chocolates was an expression of spite, so he took matters in his own hands and stocked up on as many chocolate bars as he could carry without a basket. He might have looked a bit ridiculous, but he was in a place where people ate reptiles and shopped in their pajamas. He’d seen it with his own eyes. He joined Seth at the register and poured all the sweets into the basket, topping off the pre-existing landscape of cans.

  “Oh, great, I wouldn’t have expected that.” Seth rolled his eyes. “But I suppose you need them with all the training you do with Dana.”

  Domenico shrugged. “No. I just figured the sooner I die of a stroke or hypertension, the happier you’ll be. And that’s what I do all the fucking time: try to make you happy.”

  Seth grabbed a few chocolates from the shelf next to the register and added them to the pile. “There. Let me help you.”

  Any hints of a smile dropped from Domenico’s lips, and he shook his head, staring straight into Seth’s eyes. “Wouldn’t it be easier to just dump me?”

  “Is that where this is going?” Seth bared his teeth. “You’re trying to provoke me into dumping you? You’re gonna have to try harder than this bullshit.” He pointed at the chocolates.

  Domenico leaned closer and lowered his voice, though with the way his throat clenched, he wasn’t sure how much of the sound was his own will. “Do you even love me anymore?”

  “Really? Here? In fucking Walmart?” Seth spread his arms and looked away toward the register. “Why isn’t this fucking line moving?”

  Domenico swallowed hard and shook his head at this obvious way to avoid a difficult question. He combed his hair with his fingers and looked at the young guy who blocked the line by arguin
g with the cashier over a pack of ribbed condoms and a large bag of Milky Ways. His head was a nest of curly dark hair, and Dom couldn’t quite pinpoint his ethnicity with his skin dusky, but more olive-tinted than brown. A part of Dom instantly tensed up over this boy possibly being Sicilian, but he didn’t seem like a threat with his slim limbs and tight skinny jeans. He probably wasn’t even eighteen, judging by his boyish features: big eyes, pouty lips, and slightly rounded face.

  “Don’t sell them to a kid, Gina,” screeched a woman standing next to the boy.

  “Seriously! All I want is some rubbers. Big deal. It’s not illegal to buy them, you know?” The guy spread his lips in a brilliant toothy smile and picked up another pack from the shelf. “I’ll have these extra strong ones as well. You know, for anal.”

  Domenico couldn’t help but smile, even with the invisible weight holding his chest down.

  The female customer made a low, unhappy sound and covered her mouth. “That is disgusting. You should call security, Gina!”

  The cashier looked between the guy and the woman she obviously knew, going from pale to red-faced. “I-I think I will need to consult with the manager.”

  “I’m gonna use some of them as balloons, if that helps your bigoted brain,” said the guy.

  Seth groaned. “Oh, come on! How long is this gonna take? Sell him the rubbers and let’s get on with this.”

  A few other customers in the line nodded and murmured their approval.

  The agitated lady turned toward him and got even redder than she had been, shaking her backcombed hair. “You’re one to talk! I know you! You both live with a woman, and there is only one bedroom in that house. God will judge you!”

  Domenico bit his lip. “The last time I checked, God didn’t take kindly to old poodles who stick their noses in shit that isn’t theirs.”

  “There are no rules on looking out for your neighbors. There are on the other hand rules about fornicating!” She grabbed the boy’s T-shirt, and he opened his big eyes wider.

  “Let go of me, you crazy woman!”