Guns n' Boys: Swamp Blood (Book 3) (gay dark mafia erotic romance)

by K. A. Merikan

  “Don’t be ridiculous. I know what I’m doing,” said Dom in the end.

  Seth squinted at him and crossed the few steps to the grocery bag. He took it and ran over to the edge of the swamp. He grabbed its sides to open up the hole at the top and threw all the chocolates into the murky water with so much fury he screamed. His mind was still recovering from the shock of having the bottle blasted in his hand as the bag vomited a whole rainbow of colors. The chocolate bars dotted the surface and stuck to the muck floating on the water.

  “What are you doing? You want to lure animals to where we’re supposed to stay?” asked Dana, and the pure wonder in her voice only infuriated Seth more.

  “Why does it matter? I already have a rabid animal in the house!” Seth pointed at Dom and backed away from the swamp.

  “He won’t eat you,” muttered Dana before glancing at Dom, who stood still with the gun in hand. He looked oddly in place with the background of tall trees and lush greenery when he was in a pair of faded jeans and a simple tank top. His face was so handsome, so symmetrical, even despite the scar going across it, that Seth wanted to scream his frustration.

  “Just dispose of the freaking body so that we can move in,” Domenico said to Dana, never taking his bright eyes off Seth.

  “I’m going to cool off.” Seth gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. Couldn’t his life at least resemble a normal one? He rubbed his eyes and walked down a narrow path leading from the house.

  The man who used to live here had to have been dead for a long time because the way was heavily overgrown, but Seth wondered what awaited him at the end of the path nonetheless. At least it wouldn’t be Domenico’s face, which deserved a hearty punch right now. Branches smacked Seth’s face as he walked and wild birds screamed between themselves, but even the calming color of the dark leaves couldn’t still the tangle of emotions that settled deep in Seth’s chest.

  What if this was the last straw for Dom? What if they weren’t able to come back from this?

  The path led him to an old but steady wooden construction on stilts. Only after passing some bushes, Seth realized it was a small bridge over a part of the swamp, leading to an island sticking out of the water. He brushed some dead leaves from a fragment of the wooden walkway and sat down on it with a sigh. If Dom dumped him, what would he even do? Would Dom still care for his safety? Would he leave for Colombia alone? Would they travel together and meet other guys? Seth didn’t want anyone else. Even now, that fucker was all he could think of. And Dom had become sexier from the constant training he had started doing with Dana back when Seth was still recovering from having his ribs broken.

  Domenico wouldn’t just leave him, would he? But even if he wouldn’t, just the thought of seeing him with someone else, possibly fucking some stranger while Seth tried to pretend to be asleep, was making his heart cry blood. He couldn’t possibly take it. There had to be a way for them to be together. For the last month, he’d been doing his best to get back into shape, to go back to being the attractive man Domenico had fallen in love with, but the results weren’t nearly as good as he’d hoped, especially since he didn’t have the proper equipment to cook the right foods.

  A sudden crack turned Seth’s attention to the path, but seeing Dom approach brought a mixture of feelings that were making him nauseated.

  “You checking if I’m fucking an alligator on the side?” Seth hissed, even though all he really wanted was a hug. His nature was getting the best of him. Dom’s first thought at the gym being that Seth cheated on him made him so angry he could hardly breathe. He could have used that bottle of wine.

  Domenico groaned and stepped onto the bridge, the old wood creaking loudly. “Why did you lie to me?”

  “I didn’t know I wasn’t allowed to go to the gym. Do I need to ask your permission to pee as well?”

  “Maybe if you told me we can’t fuck because you have a bladder infection.” Domenico frowned and kicked a stray piece of wood lying on the bridge. It plopped into the water close to where Seth’s feet dangled above the surface.

  “So fucking funny. Ha. Ha.” Seth looked at the scar on his right hand and clenched it into a fist. Even now, after hours of rehab exercises, his grip was weaker than it used to be, and he got sudden nerve pains every now and then. What kind of use was he to Dom anymore?

  Domenico walked past Seth and farther toward the other side of the bridge leading to what looked like a tiny fishing shack. His shoulders were slightly hunched, and it almost felt like each low creak of the wood beneath his feet originated in his joints.

  “I just don’t understand what I did that you keep pushing me away. What else could there be if not a man on the side?” Dom asked eventually.

  The truth was that Seth was terrified of Dom finding out just how much Seth had changed. He didn’t feel like his old self with the extra weight on him, and he couldn’t even be bothered to shave because that would force him to face the scar on his cheek. He wanted to run with Dom and Dana, or get stronger, but he didn’t want Dom to see him fail at it all. He wanted to step up one day and amaze his man.

  Domenico put his hand on the railing made out of two branches tied together with a wire. “Why are you not answering? I tried my fucking best to keep you safe, but I’m not a robot. I don’t know it all, even if you might think that’s the case sometimes.”

  Seth rubbed his eyes. “You did everything you could. Why would you even say that? I just need some time alone.”

  “How much time do you need?” Domenico kicked the wood again, leaning over the railing and looking into the water below. “I failed at protecting you twice, and no matter what you say, I can see you don’t trust me like you used to.”

  “I don’t know how much time I need! How can you throw a fit like today and now try to be all soft and tender, huh?” Seth entwined his fingers with a deepening frown. “There’s stuff you just can’t tell your boyfriend, okay? It’s not your fault!”

  Domenico hissed and turned toward Seth, approaching so fast, Seth half-expected more violence, but Dom stopped right next to him and just stared. A few moments passed in silence before he walked past Seth and hurried back toward the shack where they had left Mark and Dana. It fell heavy on Seth’s heart to be left alone like that, even though it was he who had asked for privacy just moments ago.

  He took a long trembling breath, now knowing already that no amount of secluded contemplation could help him. But on the other hand, being around Dom was a constant battle and a litany of why, why, whys. Seth threw a few rocks into the water, wishing he had wine for company. He shook his head at the sight of a Mars bar floating his way. He shouldn’t have polluted the place like that. Not after always carefully recycling all his trash.

  A sound behind him made his senses alert again, but he wouldn’t look back this time. He said he wanted to be left alone, and so he’d stand by that decision even if it hurt.

  “Rough day?” a voice asked in a heavy German accent. It took Seth a few seconds to realize it belonged to Domenico.

  Seth couldn’t help a little smirk and threw another rock at the water. “Yeah, my boyfriend’s being a dick.”

  “Tell me about it. Men won’t say what they want, but they expect their demands to be met,” said Domenico, leaning against the railing in an easygoing, almost sloppy way the real Dom would never do.

  Seth dared look up at him, certain Dom had used the same German accent for his Mr. Schwangau persona. “Yeah, I try to go to the gym to get into better shape, and he’s angry I even went there in the first place. Can’t win.”

  Domenico shrugged and suddenly pinched Seth’s bicep. “You don’t seem out of shape to me.”

  Seth snorted. “You’ve got to be kidding. I used to be all muscle. He can see that I changed.”

  Domenico slowly crouched down to be at Seth’s eye level. He looked into Seth’s eyes so openly, it was hard not to look away. “Maybe he doesn’t mind,” muttered Dom, and his hand slowly squeezed around Seth’s shoulder.
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  Seth took a deep breath to fight the tingling in his eyes. “I bet he does. He went for my looks first. I wasn’t recovering as fast as I wanted after an accident, and he will see right through me.”

  “We all go for looks first,” said Domenico, and his hand opened, slowly moving back and forth over Seth’s shoulder, massaging him gently. Seth hadn’t recently given Domenico the opportunity to touch him like this, but he missed it so much.

  Seth licked his lips. “He looks even better now than he did a year ago. His hair is longer, he’s lean, strong, trains all the time. He can even pick me up. And I can’t even lift a heavy pan sometimes.”

  Domenico shrugged and leaned closer, then even closer, until their heads touched, and some of Dom’s hair tickled Seth’s shoulder. He smelled so good too, even without any expensive cologne to mask the natural scent of his skin. “Maybe you should just relax about it. I think you’re pretty hot.”

  Seth took a deeper breath and didn’t pull away. “You think? But... I wouldn’t cheat on my boyfriend.” The last words came as a whisper.

  Domenico’s eyes were so lively and bright when they looked at Seth. The sudden sense of warmth and closeness was rapidly melting all of the defenses Seth had built around himself in the last few months. Domenico had been keeping him under siege, but only an outsider could actually sneak his way in.

  “He won’t know.”

  Seth bumped his nose against Dom’s, and his heart galloped. “He did go off with Dana. I hate it when he leaves with her for hours…” He dared touch a strand of Dom’s loose hair.

  Domenico gently nuzzled Seth’s nose and pulled him into a loose but sweet embrace. “Doesn’t he invite you to join them?”

  Seth let his fingers wander to Dom’s forearms, shuddering when the dark hairs tickled his skin. “He does, but they both run too fast. I’d be the loser who can’t keep up.”

  Domenico put the other arm around the front of Seth’s chest and let the other fall to his ass, comfortably melting into Seth. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. He must know you’ve been hurt and need more time.”

  Seth gently pushed on Dom’s chest with a silly grin. “Maybe I shouldn’t cheat on him then after all. Since he’s such a nice guy…”

  Domenico laughed, but then his eyes turned slightly more serious, even though they still carried the same glow. “No? Maybe you’re right. Maybe you should show him that you care about him. He must think you got bored with him.”

  “He’s many things, but not boring. He wouldn’t like you touching me. He’d go mental if he saw us now.” Seth peeled Dom’s fingers off his shoulder just to tease him into action.

  Domenico exhaled, and his warm breath tickled Seth’s skin in the sweetest way possible, rousing all the delicate hairs in anticipation of touch. “Fuck him. I’m sure I could teach him a trick or two,” he whispered, pulling his hand up Seth’s chest and squeezing his pec through the fabric.

  “Are you claiming you’re a better fuck than him? You’re setting the bar high for yourself.” Seth’s breath hitched. Would Dom really not mind his changed looks? Would they actually fuck?

  Domenico grinned and nipped the tip of Seth’s nose, pressing even closer, as if any inch of free space between their bodies bothered him. “I think you should give me a test ride.”

  Heavy breath parted Seth’s lips, and he couldn’t blink, too focused on the intensity of Dom’s eyes. “Are you saying I’m easy?”

  Domenico laughed and started slowly moving his hands down to the pulsing front of Seth’s pants, which he was rapidly getting more aware of. “I don’t know you. How easy are you? We don’t even know each other’s names. You wanna keep it that way?”

  Seth nodded and put his hand under Dom’s collarbone. “I might be easier than I’d like to think, Mr. Schwangau.”

  Domenico gently squeezed Seth’s crotch, sending a flash of sensation all the way up Seth’s chest. It felt unreal, just like that moment yesterday when Domenico had sucked Seth’s cock dry and cuddled up to him, as if Seth was the best thing that ever happened to him.

  “I wanna fuck your ass so bad. I bet it’s delicious.”

  Seth licked along Dom’s bottom lip, slightly rocking his hips to the touch. “I haven’t done that in a while, so it might be a tight fit,” he whispered into Dom’s mouth, already imagining those strong arms holding him in place and exploring every inch of his body.

  Domenico went straight into the kiss, sucking on Seth’s tongue as he trembled in his arms. “Yeah... I have just the right tool to loosen you up for that boyfriend of yours.”

  “I miss fucking so bad,” Seth confessed as he slid his hand down to Dom’s solid stomach. The defined muscle was driving him wild every single day, and he moaned in protest when Domenico got to his feet, escaping the touch. It wasn’t long until Dom grabbed Seth’s forearm and pulled him up, straight into his arms.

  “I can give you all the dick you want. But only as long as we play by my rules.”

  Seth groaned and hid his face in Dom’s hair, but he’d say yes to a lot of things right now. He ground his cock against Dom’s stomach. “What are your rules?” he whispered into Dom’s ear.

  Domenico smirked and slowly opened his belt. “Take off your shirt first, and then you’ll find out.”

  Seth swallowed, remembering yesterday’s shower through a blur in his mind. He didn’t want Dom to see the irregular scars where his nipples had been, or his flabby flesh, but in the end, arousal got the best of him, and he pulled off his T-shirt. The amber eyes twinkled in front of him, and he was relieved to recognize the familiar fire of lust in them. Domenico exhaled and put his hand on Seth’s soft, hairy stomach.

  “That’s more like it. I hope you never ever shave,” he whispered, tugging on the hairs.

  Seth bit his lip and put his arm over his chest as if to just rest his hand on his shoulder, but he was eager to hide the scars. “Yeah? You like hairy?”

  Domenico pulled away his hand and looked into Seth’s eyes from up close. “There’s no man without the hair. Turn around.”

  Seth swallowed, but followed the order, getting a kick out of the German accent. His breath hitched when Dom pulled his arms back and tied his wrists with the T-shirt in a few efficient moves. Blood had been trickling down to his dick before, but now the floodgates burst, leaving his brain empty.

  Domenico sank his teeth into Seth’s shoulder blade and then moved his nose and lips up and down the valley of his spine, leaving wet traces that only made Seth’s skin more receptive. “You are pretty easy. A real slut.”

  “Not always…” Seth tried, but it was hard to think when Dom’s tongue teased his skin. He loved being adored by Dom’s touch. It sent him flying. That feeling was one of the reasons why he wanted to work so hard on getting back in shape again, but now it seemed like just another excuse not to deal with his own insecurities. Domenico’s touch was just as hot and possessive as ever when he pulled Seth off the bridge and propped him against a tree, looking at the scarred chest again, now without Seth’s arms interfering.

  Seth looked into his eyes, swallowing his nerves. Surely, Dom knew what he wanted, so if he still wanted Seth, his body couldn’t be that bad.

  “I don’t let my boyfriend see them,” he whispered.

  Domenico’s eyes immediately shot up to meet his. “Why not?” he asked, and just like that, the strangely smooth tips of Dom’s thumbs brushed over the scars, massaging them, as if they were intact nipples. The scars were so sensitive that the touch both tickled and aroused.

  “I don’t want him to think about them.” Seth tried to shy away, but with the tree behind him, there was nowhere to run. Its bark was gently scratching his skin, but the presence of Domenico’s smooth, hot fingertips was taking up all of Seth’s attention.

  “Why?” asked Domenico, slowly pinching the scar tissue and rolling it between his fingers.

  Seth looked down with heat burning up his cheeks. “So he doesn’t have to remember how they got there.”<
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  Domenico sighed. “I like them. They’re so fucking smooth, not like all that hair on you. I just wanna bite on them as I fuck you.”

  Seth sucked in his bottom lip, with his mind rushing toward the fucking already. “The skin is very sensitive there…”

  “I know. Would you like it or would it hurt?” whispered Domenico, with a sudden twist to the skin that replaced Seth’s nipple.

  “I would like… to see how it goes.” Seth panted at the mix of pain and pleasure.

  Domenico grinned and leaned down, flicking his tongue over the sore flesh. “Oh, you will definitely see how it goes. I’ll make sure of that.” He stepped back and pulled his own top over his head, revealing his perfectly chiselled chest, tan, dusky, with pale lines of scars in too many places to count, but none of the traces of past combat could ever damage Domenico’s beauty.

  Only after doing so, Seth realized he gasped. He was so hungry for Domenico’s body he wasn’t sure a lifetime of fucks could sate that need. His fingers itched to trace the pronounced muscles of Dom’s stomach and every little hair on his chest, but with his hands bound behind his back, he was forced to remain a passive recipient of Domenico’s attention. Dom put the top over a low hanging branch, and then swiftly pushed down his jeans and underwear. With a bright grin, he hung them along with the shirt and stepped closer, holding only the thick belt he slipped out from his pants. Seth couldn’t take his eyes off the pronounced V-shape of muscles, jealousy and lust mixing in him with lust winning when Seth’s glance slid down to Dom’s cock.

  “I’m returning you to your boyfriend soon, and you will be begging him for sex, not the other way around. Is that clear?” Dom asked with a playfulness to his voice, even as he slipped the warm leather around Seth’s neck, tightening the makeshift collar very slowly.

  All of Seth’s senses sharpened, and he nodded fervently, taken by surprise by the placement of the belt. But there was nothing he loved more than Dom taking charge. Seth would hand over his soul to him, just to see what he’d do with it. “He’ll have to fight me off with a stick.”