Page 2 of Bratva Jewels Box Set

I want to scream at them and tell them to keep their hands off because he is mine … but I can’t. We are both firmly in the closet. I’m reduced to the ever-present best friend role. I hate our public masks, but we have no choice, Mateo’s career hinges on his availability to women. His character on the show is Carlos Hernandez, a man known for his legendary bedroom skills, who seduces all the women on the show. No one wants to know the truth about Mateo, that he’s bisexual but these days he leans more towards cock than pussy.

I’m as much to blame for us being in the closet as Mateo is. My father is the leader of the National Family Party, one of Spain’s biggest conservative political parties. The last thing my father needs is for his followers to learn the leader’s son likes to swing both ways. Not that I owe my father anything, but I do it for my mother to keep the peace for her with him. My brother Dario and I have forged our own paths well away from the family politics, falling into property development together, which has made us both very rich.

“I had to stand there and listen to some pompous, rich dick going on and on about the lightness of my brush strokes, the surrealism of my coloring, or some shit like that. I couldn’t give a fuck about what he was saying because your ass distracted me in that suit, as did the women trying to take it home too.” Those chocolate-colored eyes narrow on me. “You are mine.”

His jealousy makes me smile because it’s nice that he’s gotten to experience a small portion of what I do.

“Your ass looked like a fresh peach in those tight suit pants, and all I could think about was that I wanted a taste.”

A large hand moves to my crotch, palming it through my suit pants, each stroke across it has it thickening with need.

“I also know what lies underneath these pants.”

He squeezes me, making me groan with need.

“I love your cock, Tomas.”

He squeezes tighter, and a predatory smile flashes across his face before nimble fingers unzip my pants. Mateo pushes his hand down into my underwear as his warm hand wraps around me, making me his as our skin connects.

“You like it more when my mouth’s wrapped around it, don’t you?” he asks, giving my aching cock another hard squeeze as he chuckles darkly, teasing me.

My dick is hard, so fucking hard, but the drive from Ibiza Town to our home isn’t very long, and as much as I want him to drop to his knees on the limousine floor and use that dirty-talking mouth on me, I know we don’t have time.

“Mateo.” His name comes out as a groan and a warning.

“Yes? Tell me, what do you want? What do you need from me?”

My head’s clouded with lust and desire. Mateo’s deep voice reaches into my soul and tugs at the very essence of me. I can never deny him.

Never.

“I need your mouth, fuck, I need it so much. But we don’t have time,” I say, glancing out the window. “We are about ten minutes from home.”

Mateo moves off me, and I hate the feeling, before falling to his knees on the limousine floor.

“Mateo.”

He shakes his head, pushes open my legs, and nestles himself between them.

“I’ll only need five.”

I stare down into his desire-filled eyes. How can I deny this man?I can’t.With the smallest of nods in his direction I give him my consent.

He reaches inside my pants and pulls me from their restraint, he lets my cock spring free and slap against my stomach.

“Fuck, Tomas, look at you, you are so fucking ready for me,” Mateo growls, licking the salty liquid off my slit.

It feels like heaven as my head falls back against the seat and my eyes close as warm wet lips wrap around the sensitive head. My fingers automatically brush through his lush, dark, cocoa-colored hair. Mateo hums eagerly around my cock, causing white sparks of heat to shoot up my spine. He sucks me deeper into his mouth, taking me all the way to the back of his throat. I love hearing him choke on it.

Opening my eyes, I look down at him, Mateo looks like a fucking angel worshipping me on his knees.I love this man so much.Those chocolate eyes look up at me with nothing but need, desire, and love. My heart wants to burst right open and shower him with all this love I feel for him. Mateo would laugh if he heard the poetic shit I’m spouting in my head right now. The strait-laced, aloof, demanding, cutthroat businessman. Whereas Mateo is the tortured, artistic soul, the bouncing Labrador puppy, the loud and crazy one. Complete opposites who are attracted to each other.

Next thing I know, everything fades to black, and my entire body feels as if it’s floating high in space and then I’m falling, falling back to earth.

“Fuck, you taste good,” Mateo says, licking his lips.

Shit, I blew my load and didn’t even realize I was so lost in my thoughts.

“I can’t wait to get you home and fuck your tight little hole.” Mateo grins as he gets off the floor, looking happy with himself.