Page 144 of Veiled Amor

“It’s mine. Now, we gonna take off our clothes or stand here yapping all night?”

When Pasha smirked, it was with his whole soul. Mateo always joked he had some wicked Russian in his blood to make him look like a movie villain.

Sexy Russian knew it too.

He felt Pasha cup his nape, tightening his long fingers, and Mateo trembled.

“Get your damn clothes off, Mateo. But don’t talk. You know you piss me off when your mouth opens.”

“Not always. You like my mouth open.” He shot back.

Pasha grunted but didn’t argue.

It wasn’t coordinated when they tugged off their clothes.

Or when they fucked for hours.

All Mateo knew was he had to get as much of Pasha as he could.

The guy would hate him tomorrow.

He’d accepted that.

He couldn’t tell Pasha because he would have talked him out of it. Entirely too easily.

Pasha was Mateo’s weakness. The one person he’d been drawn to all his life.

They’d hated each other, but never far from each other either.

As he smoothed his fingertips up his sleeping lover’s back, he etched the man to memory. His ink and scars, the long length of his body, and the defined muscles he’d watched Pasha pack on in the last few years. He was a brain, so fucking clever, too bright for Mateo, who only just scraped through graduating and didn’t bother with college.

Pasha was going to do some important shit.

And Mateo wouldn’t hold the guy back from having the best life.

He fingered through Pasha’s hair as the sun came up.

He hadn’t been able to hold the hours back, no matter how much he’d tried.

Tomorrow always came.

“Be fucking spectacular.” He told his lover in Spanish, kissing the back of his neck.

Mateo dressed quickly and left Pasha sleeping.

He wasn’t surprised to find Diego sleeping outside in his silver Canyon. Rapping knuckles on the window, his twin came awake, alert like a damn rodent. The window came down.

“What are you doing here?”

Twin telepathy sucked sometimes.

“You know why.” Mateo did. “You sure about this?”

No. He wanted to stay.

Wanted to walk back into that cabin and maul his lover again, kiss him, and tell Pasha he was his fucking everything, even when he pissed him off.

The pull was hurting him.