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Rocco
“Ilove you, too,” Kat whimpers, sniffing and wiping her eyes.
“Wow. More tears. So much emotion. What would your assassin friends say?” I yelp as she wiggles her fingers under my armpit.
“You know what I’ll do…” she threatens in a sing-song voice.
“Eh, you’re all talk,” I murmur, wrapping my arms tight around her.
“Wanna test me?”
“I can think of a lot of other things I want to do to you, and the only testing involved has to do with furniture and how hard I can make you come.”
“I like the sound of that. Where should we start?”
Ruff! Ruff! Ruff!
More panting. More begging. More bacon, please!
I catch a glimpse of the clock on my night table and let out a loud groan. “Dammit, I didn’t realize it was so late. I’ve got to get in the shower. I have to get my family to the airport for their flight.” I hand Stoli 2 another slice of bacon.
“I’m amenable to that. I’d like to see how hard you can make me come in there.”
“Mmm, multi-tasking. I fucking love it.” I lace my fingers with hers. “Want to come along for the ride?”
She looks at me like I have five heads. “No way, dude. That would be hella awkward, don’t you think? I mean, then they’d know I stayed over here.”
“Which you did.” I’m not following the logic.
“And that we had sex…”
“Which would make them really happy…”
She wrinkles her nose. “Oh my God, that’s so creepy. Why would you say that?”
“Because they want us to get together. My mom and sister love you, just in case that didn’t come over loud and clear. If they knew I slipped you the—”
“Don’t say spicy Italian sausage again. I forbid it. Not when we’re talking about your parents in the same sentence.”
I smirk. “Okay, fine. Don’t come.”
She wiggles her fingers in front of my face. “You’re tempting me…”
I smack her ass as she jumps off the bed. My ring tone blares from the kitchen, and I roll off the bed. “Get it nice and hot. I’ll be right there.”
“Don’t keep me waiting too long. I may have to take things into my own hands.”
“Oh, fuck yeah. Just save a little of the show for me.” I pull on a pair of sweat pants, not really caring if I miss the call. If I do, I can find plenty of things to occupy me until whomever it is calls back.
She shrugs, giving me a look that makes my balls tight. I need to drive into that pussy again. Christ, I’m done for. One night, and I’m a goddamned addict.
I grab my phone and stab the Accept button. Jesus, it’s about time.
Nico. He hates to be kept waiting.
How ironic that it’s all he makes me do. I’ve only called and texted him about twenty times in the past twelve hours.
“Yeah,” I bark into the phone, rubbing the back of my neck. I can hear the shower spray a few rooms away and my cock jumps as I picture Kat soaping up her tight body.