Page 22 of Enzo (The Amato Family #2)

K ail’s lithe body on top of mine is what dreams are made of. He moans against my mouth and I wrap my arm around his waist, pulling him flush against me. My cock hardens in my pants as he squirms in my lap.

Pulling back from the kiss, he looks at me with dark blue eyes full of want and love, and it makes my dick throb with need. Kail smiles as if he knows exactly what he’s doing to me, and knowing him? He does. The man’s had me wrapped around his little finger for years now.

Sliding my hands under his shirt, I glide them over his delicate, soft skin, earning another moan from him.

Kail slides off my lap, standing to remove his shirt before sitting back on the edge of the bed. His smile is bright, teasing. He knows what he’s doing, and fuck if it isn’t working.

I remove my own shirt, and will myself not to fall over as I stand on my leg and hop the short distance between the chair and bed.

Kail laughs when I stumble and almost fall on top of him, but it works to my advantage as he scoots back, encouraging me to lie over him.

“Hi,” I say, brushing some hair from his face.

He looks up at me. “Hi,” he replies breathlessly, reaching up to pull me down so he can kiss me.

It’s a soft kiss, sweet and comforting, until it’s not.

Our skin brushes together as I lower myself on him, and Kail groans, his legs spreading as he raises his hips.

“This bed’s not nearly big enough for both of us,” I say.

“I don’t care. You’re fucking me, and that’s final.”

I snort. “So bossy.”

He raises his hips again, one hand pushing against my chest until I lift up enough that he’s able to shove his pants down. “Damn straight.”

Kail undresses completely and moves to lie correctly on the bed, tugging at me to encourage me to do the same.

It doesn’t take long to remove the rest of my clothes. I haven’t worn real pants since being injured, and with Kail looking at me like he wants to devour me? It’s not a hardship to undress.

“Don’t take your time,” he urges, sitting up and reaching for his hard cock. “I need you to fuck me like we haven’t done it in months.” That is sadly closer to the truth than I’d like to admit.

“Do you have lube I don’t know about?” I ask, kneeling between his spread legs. “Because I don’t think Doc has any stashed in here.”

“You underestimate him,” Kail remarks, reaching over to the table beside the bed and pulling out a bottle of lubricant.

I’m going to pretend Kail put that there without my knowledge—it’s saner than thinking that Doc did and then told Kail about it but not me.

Kail flicks the cap open and coats his fingers.

“You’re going to tease me?” I ask, watching with rapt attention as he brings his slick fingers to his ass.

“Absolutely. Get yourself ready.” He hands me the lube and I groan as I watch him start to finger himself.

My cock is hard and leaking pre-cum. Fucking hell, my fingers tremble as I start to stroke myself. It’s like the first time we had sex all over again.

Kail is…the hottest fucking person I’ve ever been with.

Never mind the fact he’s far too pretty for someone like me, with his dark blue eyes, and dark brown hair worn a little too long so it falls into his eyes.

He’s shorter than I am, his body built more like his sister’s than his brothers’ and father’s, but that simply hides his strength, both physical and mental.

Kail is able to take me to my knees with a well-placed look, simply because he’s him, and has never tried to be anything or anyone but himself. It’s breathtaking. As heartstopping as the way he arches his back, moans falling from his lips when he twists his fingers inside himself.

Removing my hand from my cock, I gently grab his wrist and pull his fingers out, replacing them with mine.

Our eyes lock, and my breath catches as I slide two fingers deep into his ass. His channel is hot, snug, and sucks me in as if my fingers were my cock.

“Fuck me,” he whispers, throwing his head back.

Curling my fingers inside him, I seek out his prostate, getting him worked up until he’s thrusting against my hand, his cock leaking pre-cum and his chest flushing red as sweat covers his body.

Only then do I pull my fingers out, add more lube to my cock, and guide myself to his entrance. Kail lifts his hips, spreading his legs as far as possible on the narrow bed, his hands reaching down to help guide me in.

“Fuck, darlin’,” I breathe out.

“That’s what I’m trying to do,” he says on a gasp, as I get my knees under me and thrust inside him all the way.

It’s weird, and awkward at first, doing this without two full legs, but we figure it out, Kail soft and gentle as he encourages me, hands pulling at flesh, guiding me where he wants me.

I kiss him, one hand landing on the bed beside his head, the other holding his hip up to where I can get the best angle to fuck into him over and over again.

“Fuck, baby. Yes!” he cries out, hand flying to his dick as I sit back and pull him to me, getting in deeper.

“Get yourself off, K,” I tell him with a groan.

He fucks himself on me at the same pace he strokes himself, his ass tightening as his eyes close and he throws his head back, coming with a shout.

Fuck. Grabbing his hips, I pull him down on me, holding him there as I come inside him.

Kail gasps and throws his arms around my neck, hanging on for dear life as our bodies shake with the force of coming together, and our breathing begins to slow.

He slips off my cock as it softens, and I mourn the loss of him, but the feel of him in my arms means more than sex.

“I hope you locked the door,” he says against my throat.

I laugh and then groan. “I did not. If Doc decides to walk in right now, though, I’ll fucking shoot him…after asking James for his gun.”

Kail laughs. He pulls back and frames my face with his hands. “I love you, Enzo. So much.”

“Even when I’m a dumbass?”

“Yes, because you’re my dumbass.”

I snort but kiss him, feeling…lighter and more myself than I have in a long time, maybe even since before the accident.

“I asked Dr. Madison to write me that prescription for the antidepressants,” I tell him when the kiss breaks. “It’s not fair to you or me to try to ignore what’s going on in my head any longer.”

He strokes my cheek. “I’m here. Every step of the way.”

“I know.”

And I do know that. It might have taken a minute or five for me to pull my head out of my ass, but I know what I have, and I’m not going to risk it. Not again.