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

by K. A. Merikan

  “There, open up,” whispered Dom and grabbed Seth by the hair without waiting for an answer. His cock was back in that welcoming throat right away, pushing farther into the pulsing, twitching hole. The power of it gave Domenico a rush, as he slammed in so deep that his balls met Seth’s chin with ease. He was slowly becoming mindless, focused on the sound of Seth jerking off as he worshipped Domenico’s dick.

  Seth made groans, which Dom knew by heart, and he came when Dom held his head still by the hair. His mouth didn’t exactly tighten the way his anus did when Seth came, but Dom could feel Seth’s body spasming around him during the orgasm. Seth dug his fingers into Dom’s hip, and Dom wasn’t sure if Seth could breathe in more than shallow, stolen gasps through his nose. No professional deepthroating slut had ever felt better than the sloppy head Seth gave.

  Domenico bit back a moan and cradled him even closer as his vision suddenly became brighter and more colorful. He came deep in Seth’s throat, and with the orgasm so powerful, he had to lean against the wall for support. His temples were pulsing like crazy, and only after a few seconds, he slowly pulled Seth back, remembering that his lover needed to breathe.

  Seth gasped for air, panting and bright red. He curled his arms around Dom’s midsection and put his smooth face against Dom’s stomach. His shoulders rose and fell with the deep breaths he was taking, and moments later, he gave Dom’s hairy skin a kiss.

  Very slowly, Domenico sank to his knees and pulled Seth in for a deep, wet kiss. His mind was racing as he sensed the familiar salty aftertaste, and it only made him hold his lover with more force as their blood cooled.

  “Was that good?” he asked in the end, pushing two of his fingers into Seth’s mouth.

  Seth sucked on them and nodded, gazing into Dom’s eyes shamelessly, soon smiling around the digits as Domenico nuzzled his face.

  “Come, I’ll finish with that shave, and we can go home. You’ll love what I did there.”

  Seth smiled at the road, even though it was getting dark fast and alligators could be lurking in any shadow. At least he was out of the hospital. On the other hand, he didn’t know what to make of Dom talking so much about Mark, the brat he hadn’t even wanted to take in the first place. The brat who stole their getaway car. The brat who, in Dom’s words, got Seth bitten. Seth needed to keep a close eye on the boy. Not that he was afraid Dom would stray, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

  “He’s really dedicated. I was impressed that he actually tried to keep up with me and Dana. This kind of determination can help him get far,” said Domenico with enthusiasm, slurping a shake they bought on the way home.

  Seth raised his eyebrows. “In the whoring business?” He wasn’t happy to hear that even a sixteen-year-old kid trained with Dom and Dana, when he was walking with a limp.

  Domenico stretched in the seat and dumped the empty cardboard box next to the shotgun. “This kid is seriously messed up. He’s only fucked a guy his age three days ago for the first time. Can you imagine? This is insane.”

  Seth took a second glance at Dom. “What? That makes no sense. I bet he’s lying. He’s not bad looking. Why would he not?”

  Domenico shrugged. “He’s not lying about this. There was this kid at the diner. Blond, with rings in his face and those denim leggings,” he said with a scowl that reminded Seth what Domenico thought of the fashion choices of today’s youth. “The kid was kinda pretty for what he was, he was into Mark, but Mark got all shy all of a sudden, so I intervened.” Domenico’s face stretched into a smile so smug it could have been sported by someone who just found the cure for cancer. “I got him laid.”

  Seth shook his head. Good, so at least the kid wouldn’t be too horny around Dom. “Mark got shy? That boy’s got a mouth on him the size of a block of Parmigiano-Reggiano. And there’s been no money involved, nothing? Did they date or go at it like rabbits?”

  Domenico leaned forward and finally switched on the high beams when it became too dark even for him. “He fucked him in the car. And they met up twice since then. One of those times they had shakes, or something, so I’d count that as a date.”

  Seth nodded. That also meant Mark wasn’t spending all his time with Dom. “That’s kinda cute, actually. I’m guessing you gave him money for those shakes?”

  Domenico pursed his lips and nodded. “Kid needs some pocket money. You know, since you decided to take him in.”

  Seth snorted. “Our responsibility, right? Let’s hope this week or two gives him the kick in the ass he needs for a better start.”

  “Yeah. He needs that,” Dom said, somewhat flatly.

  “And how’s Dana?”

  “She’s as boring as usual. I swear that woman has only one focus. To be better at my job than me.”

  “At least she seems loyal. And doesn’t try to kill me, so there’s that.” Seth frowned at the rearview mirror when he spotted a light. “What are all of you eating?”

  Domenico laughed. “Mark’s bringing us takeout food when he comes back from his sex dates, and Dana’s mostly having rabbit food.” He stopped talking for a second. “Did you see that movement behind us?”

  “It’s not like we’d have the postman visit the swamp at this time. Maybe it’s a fisherman?”

  Domenico snorted, but his voice dropped, and it gave Seth goose bumps. “At night? No, this is something else. Pick up the shotgun.”

  Seth sighed but reached back. “Do we have to do this?” Scaring the life out of some lost guy was the last thing he needed tonight.

  “Just hold it,” said Dom, and stepped on the gas, suddenly going much faster on the quiet, narrow road through a gully surrounded by woods.

  Seth buckled up his seat belt and gripped the gun. The adrenaline suddenly spreading in his body went all the way to the stitches in his leg and made the wounds throb. “Did Mark have his dates out of town?”

  “Yeah, I told him to, and he didn’t want to meet this Jed guy either.” A curse ended the sentence as a shadow moved behind them on the road. Now even Seth couldn’t deny that the person behind them accelerated to match their speed.

  Seth was about to go on a rant about the town being small, about everyone knowing everyone around here, but gunshots killed those thoughts in an instant. A bullet tore through the back window of the cab, and Seth screamed out reflexively. Another shot must have hit a tire in the back because part of the truck sank down, and before Seth knew what happened, Domenico stopped the car so rapidly he was grateful for the safety belt. The lights died.

  “Stay low,” hissed Domenico as he yanked the shotgun out of Seth’s hands. They were at a spot where the road changed direction, and the bright light behind them only came to full view in the rear window after Domenico fled the cab without another word. Seth heard every detail of his own rapid breathing as he realized just how alone he was in the quiet cab, with the mascot from the milkshake carton laughing at him from the floor. His skin tingled as blood fled to his legs, making them throb painfully.

  He unbuckled the seat belt and watched the single headlight approach the pickup, too shocked to think of anything on his own. His eyes lingered on the hole in the windshield as his heart sped up, galloping in fear as the single headlight approached behind the rear window. Seth gasped, suddenly fumbling with the glove compartment. He brushed over a map, two packs of cookies, and some used wrappers, but when it gripped cold steel, a little confidence streamed back into his veins.

  God knew how many bullets this guy had on him, and how good he was. Was he even alone? A motorcycle could easily take two men when needed. What if one of them surprised Domenico? After all, it was their turf. Seth took a deep breath that didn’t help the pounding in his chest and slid to Dom’s seat, which was turned away from the road and shouldn’t be visible from the back. He slowly opened the door, making use of the fact that the motorcycle engine was still running and swiftly jumped off, curling into a ball behind the tire. It took him a while to be able to breathe again, but he made sure the beam of light comin
g from behind the truck didn’t touch his body.

  Blood was rapidly pulsing in Seth’s temples, and even as he forced his shallow breaths to be as slow and quiet as possible, his hands shook when he pulled off the safety, staring toward the shack that at this point should be at walking distance. The dirt road was disappearing in the darkness ahead, but the light coming from around and under the vehicle caught small plants growing on the steep, muddy walls of the gully, creating an eerie picture. Seth touched the steel to his hot forehead, trying to think and listen as the engine suddenly died. Shouldn’t Dom have attacked by now? Seth could barely inhale any air when he realized the shotgun could have been empty. What if Domenico had no bullets out there?

  Seth flinched, squeezing his hand even harder on the grip when someone shouted with a very pronounced local accent. “Get the fuck out of the car. No tricks! I wanna see your hands!”

  Fucker didn’t know they weren’t even in the car anymore. Did he seriously think they’d just wait for him, like two pigs at the slaughterhouse? The guy didn’t seem to be in a hurry either. Seth rolled into the dirt and crawled under the pickup, breathing in the faint scent of dead leaves. He moved slowly, making sure he was silent, but even though he had to look silly moving forward like an ancient tortoise, at least the car provided some shelter as long as he stayed in the shadow. His throat was aching with worry, as he held on to the gun, ready to help Domenico in any way he could. Big leather boots thudded as the unknown man dismounted the bike and came closer. Close enough for Seth to touch if he wanted to reach out.

  Seth’s heart worked at twice its normal speed, and at this moment, he wasn’t sure whether he wanted Domenico to appear and risk his life or stay in the shadows. The boot nearest to Seth worked itself deeper into the muddy ground.

  “Get the fuck out of the car, and I’m not gonna kill you!” yelled the guy, clearly unwilling to get close enough to see there was no one hiding in the cab anymore.

  Seth held his breath, set on making no noise, but then, in the silence of the swamp, Dom’s phone rang, far off to the right, on the edge of the slope. Seth now regretted setting it to Avicii’s Addicted to You despite Dom’s protests. The sound traveled, as Domenico threw the phone to the other side of the gully, but it was too late, and the biker fired that way. The gunshot was followed by a loud splash that told Seth the cell was lost.

  “Told you to stay in the car, motherfucker!”

  Seth’s mind went into panic overload when he thought Dom could actually be in danger, and he reached forward, shooting the biker right in the foot.

  A roar of pure panic filled the walls of the gully as the man fell over, shooting two more times during his tumble into the mud and swinging his injured leg in the air. “Fuck! Don’t shoot! This can still end well for you!”

  Seth rolled out from under the pickup scared of what he’d just done, yet set on protecting Dom at any cost. He crouched behind the back wheel, praying to God for the man not to shoot his way.

  “Fucking fuck,” mumbled the biker, and Seth could clearly hear him scrambling to his feet. “I’m goin’, all right? You must be the wrong people.”

  Seth tried to swallow, but his throat was too tight for that. Their hideout was screwed the moment this fucker left. Where was Domenico? Cold sweat covered Seth’s back. What if Dom was down, grazed, or shot but keeping quiet? It was just Seth now having to make sure they were safe. At least for long enough to get Dom to Dana or to a hospital, depending on the wound.

  Once he managed to get a breath of damp air into his lungs, he got up and pointed the gun at the biker who was already approaching his bike. Their eyes met.

  “You’re not going anywhere,” Seth hissed at him, spurred on by pure adrenaline.

  The man’s eyes widened, and he too pointed his gun at Seth, but with the way his eyes kept straying to the dark edges of the gully, it was clear his attention was divided. He knew he was outnumbered, but there was nothing he could do to mend the situation now that he understood how out of his depth he was.

  “Told you, I’m going. You’re not the man I’m looking for,” hissed the biker, his thick arms shaking. He was still very young, younger than Seth, with a second chin visible underneath the thin blond beard but a firm-looking body that still had some baby fat on it.

  Seth took a step closer, trapped in a problem of his own making. He couldn’t let the guy go, but he didn’t have cuffs on him either. “Put down your gun and you can go.” He could only hope he sounded confident enough to pull this off.

  “Listen to him or I’m gonna take you down,” came a hollow voice from above. Domenico. He was alive! Seth had no idea how Dom managed to sound like that, but it gave him the shivers.

  The biker clenched his jaw so hard that the muscles of his cheeks twitched, but he slowly raised his hands and bent over at an agonizing pace, finally leaving the gun on the ground. But before Seth could breathe in peace again, the guy dashed for his bike in a viper-like move.

  Seth darted toward him from the other side and crashed against the other man. The motorcycle tipped over, taking them both down to the ground with a screech of metal. A fist smashed into the side of Seth’s head, and the biker scrambled to freedom, kicking and jerking out of Seth’s hold. The light of the motorcycle was shaking as the two of them constantly pushed on the vehicle, struggling in the mud.

  Seth used his sheer size to force the guy down and locked his elbow over the biker’s neck like Dom had taught him, but the problem was, he didn’t know where to go from there. “Stop. Fucking. Moving,” he hissed.

  A sudden thump close to his head had him scared shitless. A pair of legs passed in the light, and then something large and dark fell straight on the biker’s head. The body went limp in Seth’s arms, leaving him with a weird sense of dissatisfaction. Like when Domenico had shot the damn piglet for him.

  Dom grabbed Seth’s arm and jerked him up to his knees. “What the fuck did I tell you? Did I tell you to leave the car?” hissed Domenico with a scowl so deep he looked wrinkled like an old man.

  Seth panted, still in a state of shock. “I—you weren’t making any movements. And he was shooting… I just thought—”

  Domenico kicked the unmoving body at his feet with a growl. “I couldn’t do anything because I could’ve accidentally shot you in the dark. What the fuck?! Can’t you listen for once?”

  Seth got up slowly, annoyed by the tremble in his knees. “Was I to just sit there like a target? He knew I was in the car!”

  “If you’d stayed in the fucking car, I’d have gotten rid of him! It’s the fucking rooster all over again!” hissed Domenico and pushed Seth back.

  Seth spread his arms and only then realized he’d dropped his gun somewhere. But he was not about to tell Dom about it and make a fool out of himself. “It’s nothing like the rooster! Maybe if you told me what the plan was, I could be in on it!” He looked around discreetly. “And if Lucrezia had survived, you’d have been fucking happy to eat her eggs every day!”

  Domenico rolled his eyes. “Which one of us has actual combat experience? Well, it’s not you. It’s not like I had plenty of time to draw a fucking map so that you know the strategy!”

  Seth groaned. “I didn’t know you were my superior officer. Sorry, sir. But I had a good plan! I was under the pickup. He’d have never known. I shot him when your stupid phone rang, and he could have killed you!”

  Domenico sneered at him and walked up to the pickup, collecting something from the back. “Really? It was you who could have ended up killed! What possessed you to think this was a good plan? I relied on you being in the fucking car, and then I was afraid to act, you moron!”

  “I can’t just always rely on you! I have to do my own thing.” Seth made sure Dom faced away when he made a dash to pick up his gun from the mud.

  “Oh, really?” snarled Dom, and the item he got from the pickup turned out to be heavy-duty duct tape, which he was now using to tie down the unconscious biker. “How about you take up crocheti
ng, huh? You wouldn’t get us killed that way.”

  Seth’s nostrils flared, and he started cleaning the gun with his T-shirt. “So, I finally know what you think of me. That’s what I’m good for? Making fucking doilies? Your bad, because I can’t even do that.”

  “No, your specialty is catering,” hissed Domenico, dragging the biker toward their car.

  Seth made sure the safety was on the gun and held it in his hand out of a lack of better place for it. His pride was now much more badly injured than his calf. “Catering and giving head. Great talents.” Dom really did think Seth was good for nothing but making pasta.

  “And bringing me close to a fucking heart attack. Every week, you do something that puts your life at risk. What the fuck am I to do with you, huh?” asked Domenico, slowly taping the biker to the punctured tire. He shook his head and looked back at Seth in the bright light of the motorcycle. Too handsome for his own good. “Let me do my job.”

  “Do you want a blow job now? Or should I get you a cookie from the car?” Seth crossed his arms on his chest, heaving with the anger boiling up in him.

  Domenico exhaled and slowly, very slowly got to his feet. He pushed back the hair that got into his face. “Stop fucking with me. This isn’t funny.”

  “I clearly can’t do anything else right!” Seth passed Dom to get his backpack from the car. In the background, he saw Domenico collecting the biker’s fallen gun, but he followed Seth soon enough, his movements silent like a ghost’s.

  “You’re not very good at keeping yourself safe. That’s why you have me.”

  Yes, Dom was just as necessary in Seth’s life as oxygen, but what could he offer in return? Anything he did backfired. “It looks like I’m not very good at anything,” he grumbled, and was even angrier at the fact that he now waited for Dom to decide what they should do next.