Page 51 of A Treasure To Keep (Leone Legacy #2)

Marco

A ndrea has been quiet this entire car ride. I know something is going on between him and El, but I don’t want to push him on it. Instead, I do the one thing I know how to do: fuck shit up. We pull up to the Leone’s bar, a cover for their gambling room, and park in the back.

“Alright, Lover Boy, follow me. We’re going to have some fun tonight. I’ll comp drinks, but you know the rules. You’re paying your way otherwise.” Andrea has been here several times, most recently during Alessandro’s bachelor party, which was months ago.

“I thought you said you needed to check on a few things.”

“Yeah. One of those being checking my pockets for the extra money I’ll be leaving with after kicking your ass at poker.” Naturally, Andrea is a good card player, to my demise most of the time.

Andrea mumbles under his breath in French before yelling at me while I jump out of my truck. “Dans tes rêves. You suck at poker.”

“Can’t hear you, already out of the truck!”

I walk to the door, noticing one of our bouncers is sitting on his phone, unaware that I’ve stepped up to the door. The other bouncer is nudging him while trying to get his attention. The young kid keeps waving him off instead of taking the time to see who’s in front of him.

Sadly, I remember hiring the two kids when I found them protecting their sister from their perverted and violent foster father. There’s a special place in hell for grown men who want underage girls. The deal was simple: they work as bouncers here in exchange for protection over their sister.

“Man. It would be terrible if your boss saw you on your phone.” The kid freezes, noticing my accent as he slowly raises his eyes, scanning my large tattooed body. I’ve crossed my arms, making myself appear bigger than I am. “Get the fuck out. You’re done.”

“But—” I fucking hate it when these kids argue with me.

“But what? You’re not doing your job. This is simple entry-level bullshit.

I could teach an infant to do this. Watch the door, scan for any sketchy people, and make sure everyone who enters is twenty-one.

Now. Fuck off before your brains become our new paint for the back door.

” I pull out my gun, pressing it flat against his forehead.

His phone slips from his hand, clanging to the ground when he audibly swallows.

He inches his feet to the right, showing me his hands while he slowly crouches over to grab his phone. When he comes up, his eyes are still glued to the barrel of my gun. “I’m leaving.”

“And if anyone asks you where this room is, you’ll say?”

“What room?”

I tap him twice on his cheek, causing him to flinch.

“Good boy. I don’t want to see your face or your name again.

Got it?” He rapidly nods as he runs off.

Fucking barely legal kids. I turn to his brother, who’s standing a little straighter than he was when I walked up.

Nonetheless, he was never distracted. “Here. Continue doing your thing. And don’t worry.

I won’t go back on our deal because of your idiot brother.

” I hand him some cash and walk in with Andrea in tow to sit down at one of our poker tables.

There are three more men in the middle of a game when we join, betting the minimum.

Before I know it, I’m reminded that Andrea is right. I’m down a thousand, and Andrea is up two thousand. The three other men and our dealer jump when I slam my cards down on the table.

“I’m done. Andrea, you have about five minutes for me to check on a few other things before we leave.

Closeout, Lover Boy.” I stomp off, putting the thousand in our safe, and fill out my paperwork.

Alessandro has one rule. Doesn’t matter who it is, unless it’s him or Geno, whatever we win or lose is our responsibility to take care of.

As we walk out, our bouncer quickly stands up straight instead of leaning against the wall when he notices my presence. I laugh while I pat him on the back, get into my truck with Andrea, and drive away.

When I park at El and Andrea’s apartment, I get out, not listening to Andrea’s argument when I get to their apartment.

“What are you doing, Marco? I don’t need a babysitter. I only had one drink.”

I grab him by the throat, slamming him against the door.

His pupils enlarge until I can only see the small sliver of his chocolate-colored eyes.

“I know you don’t need a babysitter, but I need you.

Now unlock the fucking door, get to your bedroom, and be naked on your knees by the time I get in there.

You have sixty seconds from the time that door opens. ”

“But El—”

“Isn’t here. I’m not stupid. I am here and I’ve decided I’m in the mood to fuck. Now, are you going to unlock the door, or should I bust it down?”

Andrea reaches his arm behind him, struggling to find the lock. I let go of his throat, giving him the freedom to turn around and unlock the door. He walks in, heading down the hallway that leads to his bedroom, while I wait sixty seconds for him to get undressed.

When the sixty seconds are up, I quickly close the door, easily able to hear the click of the deadbolt in the quiet apartment.

I make my way to the bedroom, noticing it’s cracked, and push it open. Andrea is kneeling in front of the bed and I can see the shadow of his hard cock with pre-cum about to drop to the floor. I walk over to him and grab his hair, yanking his head back as his eyes bore into mine.

“Aren’t you just a needy little boy? Your hard cock leaking everywhere, desperate for me. Show me what you want from me.”

I let go of Andrea’s head, and he turns his body around, placing his hands on my belt.

He lusts up at me while the sound of him undoing my pants fills the room.

The second he gets my jeans unbuttoned, my cock springs out, desperate and hard as fucking stone.

He doesn’t waste any time when he grasps me with one hand, fondling my balls with the other.

My body shivers when he licks my slit, and I almost lose it when he plunges my dick down his throat.

He pauses when his nose is pressed against my pubic bone.

“Fuck, I love how my dick slides smoothly down your throat.” I hold his head still as I thrust in and out of his mouth.

While he doesn’t gag, tears fill the bottom line of his eyes.

I close my eyes, relishing in the pleasure.

I’m disappointed when his hand moves from my balls and moves farther back until I notice the pressure from his finger back where it shouldn’t be.

I rapidly pull out of his mouth, jumping back as I clench.

“Woah! What the fuck are you doing?” Andrea sits back on his knees, exasperated, as he rolls his eyes. Maybe he and El have more in common than I thought.

“Marco. Trust me. I know what I’m doing.

I promise I’ll make it good for you.” Hesitantly, I walk back over to him and he instantly sucks his middle finger before taking me back into his mouth.

My eyes widen, and I’m hyperaware of what’s going on when his hand moves back to where it was and presses, you know, back there.

I take the advice I’ve given women in the past and press against him as he presses in, oddly enjoying the pressure.

When his finger is fully pressed in, he curls it, and my hips unintentionally thrust. What the fuck?

I continue to face fucking him as he continues to curl his finger, caught off guard by the sensation. I’m snapped into reality when my balls draw up, and I pull Andrea off me, causing his finger to pull out of me.

Andrea furrows his brows, and his eyes narrow, his hands now behind him from when he caught himself when I threw him off me. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah. I’m not ready to come yet. What the fuck did you do?” And how has it taken almost thirty years for someone to do this to me?

“I manipulated your prostate. You were about to come.” Andrea says matter-of-factly.

“And I said I’m not ready to come yet. When I do that, I’ll be coming in that tight ass of yours.

Now, remind me where you keep your lube.

” Andrea stands, walking over to his bedside table, and opens the drawer.

He tosses the bottle of lube in my direction, and I grab it with one hand, popping the top as I walk over to the foot of the bed.

“Come over here, Lover Boy. Bend over the bed.”

The second he bends over the bed, I cover us both with lube. Where it matters, that is. The second I press the head of my dick against his hole, he presses back, suddenly inhaling deeply as he adapts to the intrusion. When his shoulders relax, I take it as a sign to continue pressing into him.

I finish pushing myself inside of him, grabbing onto each side of the bed as we settle into the sensation of each other. I grip the sheets tightly as I thrust into him, both of us moaning. I stand up straight, noticing how he stretches around me.

“Fuck, you take me so well. Touch yourself, Andrea. Milk your cock. Show me how needy you are when I’m ramming my dick inside you.” Andrea groans and pushes back slightly, giving himself enough space to reach down and grasp his cock. He matches my thrusts when he jerks his cock with his hand.

We fuck in silence with our moans and heavy pants radiating through the room until Andrea cuts in, saying something in French.

“Je suis sur le point de venir.” I don’t get the chance to ask him what he said when his cum spurts from his dick, dripping onto the floor. Seeing his cum on the floor surprisingly causes my own as I empty myself inside of him.

I pull out of him, watching my cum drip out of him before he stands, turning around to face me.

“I don’t know what to say.” Other than the blowjob in the dressing room, Andrea and I have never fucked alone. What do I do now?

“You don’t have to say anything. You’re more than welcome to stay if you want. I don’t blame you if you head back home.” While his words say one thing, his lack of eye contact says he wants me to stay.

“Let’s at least have a drink before deciding that.”

Andrea and I both throw on our pants, and I pop open a bottle of wine for the two of us. I have to say, French wine isn’t too bad.

He and I sit at the island, sipping on our wine, laughing as we talk about El and her quirks.

I never thought I’d see a couple more in love than Alessandro and Luci.

El and Andrea give them a run for their money.

I can only hope that someday I can have what they do.

In an ideal world, I’d have it with them.