by BA Tortuga
“Uh-uh. Keep your hands above your head,” Gianni said when Bonner reached for him. “Now you can spread those legs wide.”
“You…. God, the things you say.”
“And the things you do.”
Gianni watched as Bonner slowly spread for him.
So freakin’ amazing. He began at Bonner’s calves, sliding his hands up, rubbing at the tight muscles. Poor Bonner was having some physical stress. “I have you. I intend to have you, over and over.”
“Evil, wonderful man.”
“Sì.” He hit Bonner’s inner thighs before reversing directions and working back down. He breathed on Bonner’s cock, knowing his breath would drive the need even higher. Bonner arched up, thighs going tight as his cowboy tried to get friction.
No way. He was gonna keep Bonner guessing, at least for a little bit. Who knew when he would get this chance again, no one around, just the two of them and a blanket for a picnic. He chuckled, which sent more air flowing, then kissed the tip briefly, managing to get the barest taste, fill himself with the flavor of Bonner. Dammit, this man made him reckless. Had years ago, so nothing had changed.
“Need you.” Bonner tugged at him, so Gianni backed off.
“You broke the rules, Bonner.” He stared at Bonner’s hands until they moved up over Bonner’s head. “Perfect, caro. Thank you. You’ll get your chance to touch me.” He gave Bonner a reward, stroking his cock good and hard for three pumps.
“Fuck!” Bonner shook for him, head tossing, heels digging into the blanket.
“No lube. I’ll have to speak to Maria about that.” He’d been sure Micah was coming along.
“Don’t you dare.”
“No? I might make it mandatory.” God knew there was enough testosterone floating around. He reached for Bonner’s sac, holding it carefully in his hand. The anticipation stretched out between them.
So he squeezed. Ever so gently. Bonner’s face softened, upstretched hands becoming fists.
“Mmm. You like that tiny threat of pain, don’t you. I won’t hurt you unless you ask.”
“Shut up.”
He remembered this game, how they’d played it together, so well. “Nope. I think I’ll keep reminding you about every little thing you want me to do with you.” He squeezed again, hyperaware of the line between pressure and pain. Gianni also knew what he could take wasn’t what other folks could.
Bonner spread wider, his lips parting on a moan.
He let the tips of his fingers brush against Bonner’s hole. “Tonight, you’ll come to my room and let me have this.”
“I will?” Bonner scowled at him, but that whole body shook with want.
“Yes. You will.” He stroked that sweet hole, teasing them both.
Bonner’s hands started to move, and Gianni clucked his teeth. “Goddamn it. Fine, I’ll come to your room! Touch me!”
He wrapped one hand around Bonner’s heavy cock, jacking it with hard, short strokes before pulling away again.
A low growl of desperation sounded. “I will beat you, Gianni.”
“I would pay to see you try, caro.”
Bonner bared those pretty white choppers, but he did notice the man didn’t try to take him. He rewarded that with a few deep sucks on the head of Bonner’s cock, and Bonner’s response was perfectly delicious. His hungry cowboy stayed still for him, quiet.
He pushed one finger against Bonner’s hole, careful since it was dry, just giving another layer of sensation. No hurting. Just pleasure.
Bonner offered him soft cries as he took what he craved. Such a pretty man, lean and muscled, flushed with desire. He licked and pressed and dared Bonner to come for him.
It took one swoop down to the base, one hard swallow, and Bonner shot, crying out his name.
He swallowed, pleased and proud that he could make Bonner so crazy for him. He took every drop, chuckling softly as he felt Bonner’s hands on his head, petting him.
When he finally glanced up, he winked, and Bonner just laughed weakly. “You… you’re somethin’ else, honey.”
“Not sure what, are you?” Gianni knelt up so he could open his jeans.
“No. I know it makes me hard. I know that.”
“I like that. I like it a lot, caro.” He undid his button and zip.
Bonner reached for him, encouraging him to climb up toward his mouth. Gianni scooted up, letting Bonner have him. He fed his cock to Bonner, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he watched. That was the sweetest, hottest mouth he’d ever experienced in his life. Unforgettable.
He moaned as he eased in, sliding over Bonner’s tongue. He pushed it as far as he could, but Gianni really never did want to hurt Bonner, so he stopped short of sliding in to the back of Bonner’s throat. Bonner closed his lips, tightening around him, the suction sudden and sharp.
“Oh damn.” He jerked, his breath whooshing out.
Bonner cupped his ass and tugged him in deep, the expression on the cowboy’s face pure bliss.
He could watch that forever, but he’d teased a long while and was going to lose it soon. Jesus, he needed to fuck Bonner’s ass.
Tonight, he promised himself. Tonight.
Gianni grinned. He would have to sweep his room for bugs and cameras. Bonner slapped his shaft with a wicked tongue, surprising the hell out of him. “Now who’s being a bad boy, huh?” He stroked Bonner’s cheeks, feeling it every time they hollowed. Bonner’s eyes twinkled at him, teasing, dancing, laughing at him.
He had to laugh as well. Laughter during sex was great as long as no one was pointing. Gianni began to rock, finding his rhythm, Bonner taking him, inch after inch. That wet sound as Bonner sucked him was insanely erotic, making his balls pull tight.
His laughter dissolved in his chest, replaced by a moan. Gianni just went to town after that, thrusting in and out, in and out. Bonner held on tight, drawing him in and demanding his orgasm.
He gave it, coming hard at the back of Bonner’s throat.
Gianni ended up with one knee in a sandwich, a water bottle bouncing against his hand as he panted like a lathered horse. When he was spent, he flopped over, sending the rest of their picnic flying.
“Oops.”
Bonner sat up, staring at him. “You got mustard on you.”
“I think I have all of lunch on me.” He hooted, just tickled to death.
“Lord have mercy. I think you’re probably right.” Bonner grabbed the smooshed oatmeal sandwich cookie off his leg, ate it.
He wailed with laughter, slapping the ground. “Oh Dio.”
Bonner stared at him, a goofy-assed grin on his face and icing on his bottom lip. Gianni rolled up, letting his abs flex so he could kiss that sugar off. Bonner kissed him back, then fed him the last bite of cookie.
Oh, it might be love.
Gianni just wasn’t sure what the hell to do about it if it was.
Chapter Fifteen
“BUBBA, WHERE the hell have you been?” Brianna caught Bonner just as he walked in the door. He was sweaty, stinky, and ready to hop in the shower. The boys had kinda run his ass off after his ride with the boss, so he was pooped. And in no mood for getting yanged at.
“Working. What you need?” She grabbed his arms, and he looked at her. She looked terrified. “I saw Snake! In town!”
“What? You’re fucking kidding me. What happened? Did he see you?” He didn’t need this. He just didn’t.
“I don’t think he saw me, but what if he knows I’m here?”
“Nobody knows you’re here. You leave the house for doctor’s appointments.” Fuck-a-doodle-doo.
“I know.” Her lower lip quivered. He could count on two hands the times he saw her cry when she was a kid. Pregnant, she was a watering can. She put one hand on her belly. “He can’t find out.”
“I have a gun, Bri. He will not hurt those babies.”
“I know I’m freaking out. I can’t help it. I got some groceries. I wanted Twinkies. Is that okay?”
“No. No Twinkies for you. Dork.” He hugged
her tight. “I swear to you, Sister. I have this.”
“Okay. I don’t have to leave?” She sniffed, the clouds starting to clear.
“Nope. You’re out in the middle of the ranch. No one can get to you. No one.” Worst came to worst, he’d go to Miz Jerilyn and ask for help.
Or Gianni. Gianni was… fierce.
His cheeks heated at the thought of their ride. Lord, he was a slut. Happy and a slut. He glanced at Bri and frowned. Gianni thought he had twins on the way….
God.
“I need a shower, honey.”
“Sure. Sure, sorry for the panic.”
“No worries. I just… long frigging day, huh?”
“You kinda stink.” She hesitated. “I can make grilled cheese.”
“That sounds amazing.” He tried for a smile.
“Cool. There’s macaroni and cheese too.”
“Grilled cheese sounds perfect.”
“Okay.” She hugged him. “Go destink.”
He dragged his ass to the guest room, which Micah had vacated this morning. Bonner wanted to just flop down and die.
He climbed up into the bed, dropping his head in his hands. What the hell was he doing? Fucking around with a guy that he had had a spring break fling with? This was crazy. He scrubbed his hands over his face, tired to his bones.
Bonner tried to get up, gather his clothes and get in the guest bath. Bri would bitch if he didn’t eat her sandwiches. He needed to call up to the house too, and tell Gianni there was no way he was coming. He couldn’t. The man thought he was fixin’ to be a daddy. That he was married. That he was a cheater.
That he was nasty.
Gianni might not care. He’d read in one of his mom’s romances that Italian men had wives and mistresses as a matter of course. He wasn’t a bad man, though. No sir.
He was a cowboy, dammit.
Christ, he was… whining.
He was fucking whining.
He stood up and grabbed a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Shower time. Bonner stopped, sending a quick text to Gianni.
Bri had a bad day. Have a good night.
There. Done. He wasn’t no coward either.
He plugged his phone in, left it in the bedroom, and went to shower.
There was no way he was going up to that main house. Tonight or any night.
Chapter Sixteen
GIANNI WAS in a shit mood.
Bonner had sent a brief text last night, telling Gianni his sister wasn’t feeling well. Damn it, he couldn’t even get pissed about that, could he? And now he’d had everyone sneak up to the main house for a meeting about yesterday’s stash find. There had better be coffee.
Colt was in the media room already, waiting for him, along with Chris and Greg. Harrison and Kody were having a harder time getting up to the main house, but they were on their way. “Where the heck is Alison?”
“She’s in town with Luis, dragging your name through the dirt. She says you can brief her later.”
“Ah.”
Kody and Harrison came in, jostling each other. “Sorry we’re late, man. Hank was yanging at us.”
“How are things going with the cowboys?” He grabbed himself a coffee.
“Good, though keeping them out of the crime scene is gonna be tough. Nosy.”
“Dammit. What did we figure out? Colt? Chris?”
“It definitely wasn’t kids or vagrants,” Chris said. “This was a drop off. Definitely local pickup, though. It was about five thousand dollars’ worth. Not enough for what we’re suspecting.”
“You think someone was going off on their own?” That would make the head of the drug gang crazy.
“Or there’s just some interest here. My best bet is siphoning.” Kody’s eyes were like chips of marble. “You’ll find a body soon, I’m betting.”
“Yeah. Great. Controlled chaos.” He winked at Chris, who nodded.
“I can do that.” Chris took a deep breath. “Have y’all heard whether Xavvy got in?”
Gianni looked to Colt. They’d had their big fight days ago, and he’d “fired” Xavvy in a huge way. Colt nodded. “He got his ass handed to him in initiation. Broke his wrist, his cheekbone, dislocated his leg. He’s in now.”
“Jesus.” Chris’s gaze flashed to his.
“He volunteered.” Gianni kept his voice steady, but he wanted to kill something. Now.
“He did. He’s in. No reason to fuck it up now.”
“Exactly. So tell me about the scene.”
“Photos are in your tablets. No sign of fire, blankets, nothing that says someone was camping out. The shit was wrapped like a pro, stuffed in between the trees.” Harrison shook his head. “Garbage bags have dozens of smudged prints, very little to go on.”
“Did you take it or leave it?” He could see the merit in both.
“I took it to evidence. I’ve got a press conference at the News this afternoon on Alison’s orders. She wants the skimmer outed.”
“Okay. Well, that will do it, and then we have a lead.” They needed this over and done.
“I sure as shit hope so.” Chris was still thinking about Xavvy; Gianni could tell. Gianni got it. Broken bones were a shit way to get a job done, but undercover was unquestionably the hardest part of this kind of job. Chris was a good guy—a hero bone-deep. There wasn’t a bit of evil in him.
He was also really far gone for Xavvy.
That was going to suck until they worked their shit out. He wanted video. He and Colt would make popcorn and bundle up on the couch. “How bad did Bonner hork the crime scene?”
Harrison shrugged. “He was careful. Not a pro, but he backed off.”
“Good. I worry about the hands, guys. I don’t want any of them hurt.”
“Keep them working close to the house. Tell your foreman you have some bullshit project.” Greg shrugged, shook his head. “The bikers won’t come up here.”
Colt coughed, cleared his throat.
“What?” He glanced at Colt. “Share.”
“I have a tickle.” Colt stared at him, dead-on.
“Right.” He nodded once, moving on. “I’ll put them on working the exercise ring. It’s in sad shape.” He could grill Colt later.
“That’ll work for them. Keep us open to move around, huh?” Kody muttered.
“I will. I need you out looking for the real gang and where they’re moving product. If you haven’t met Micah, my aunt hired him. He’s a friend of my foreman and will have to be kept out of trouble as well.”
“Jesus. Another local? You going to hire a pool boy too?” Kody had laconic down to an art.
“Jerilyn might.” He rolled his eyes. Christ, what a mess.
“You got to get ahold of that woman,” Greg teased.
“I do.” Or at least explain to her not to hire anyone else until this was over. “I’ll talk to her. I swear. She’ll listen to me.”
“Good deal. She’s a hoot and a half.” Greg was her favorite, so of course he thought so. “I’ll be her pool boy.”
“She’s a lesbian.”
Greg rawred. “Even better.”
They all cracked up, the whole room, and the tension eased a little bit. “Okay, Colt, you stay on top of Xavvy. Someone needs to keep an eye on the spot where we found the stash. Chris, you’ll have to coordinate with Alison and keep her from going off the rails with this press conference.”
“I’m on Jerilyn.” Greg saluted. “I’ll watch the new guy too, just in case.”
“He’s harmless—what he says he is. Rodeo cowboy.” Colt grinned at Greg. “You considering switching teams?”
“Who says I have a team?” Greg winked broadly.
“You’re all fired.” He sat back. “I need more coffee.”
“Come upstairs. I’ll give you the good stuff.”
“Anything else, guys?” He was so ready to find out what the hell Colt knew. “We’re on it. We’ll watch for bodies.”
“Good deal. Colt, you owe me the latte this time.” He waved at th
e guys. “Maria left snacks in the fridge.”
“Ooh. Tortilla rolls!”
“Come on, boss. I have a caramel latte for you.” The fact that Colt was so willing to have him up in the cave meant Colt had something serious to say.
He climbed the stairs, chuckling at the chaos Colt had made in just a few weeks.
“I like it here. I might stay.”
“You’re a nutjob.” At least it didn’t stink.
“This is news?”
“Nope. Speaking of news….” Gianni crossed his arms over his chest and stared expectantly.
Colt started messing with the coffeepot. “So, you know your little boy toy?”
“Colt.” He was going to beat the man’s ass, and not in the fun spanky way.
“What? His ‘wifey’?” Colt put the word in air quotes. “Came in panicking yesterday. Seems the baby daddy came to town.”
Gianni went still. “He didn’t hurt her, did he?”
“She’s not even sure he saw her. Thing is, she says the guy’s name is Snake.”
“What?”
Corey “Snake” Rogers was one of the biggie-wows in the MI50s that had set up shop in the club down the highway.
“Yep. Your boy’s nieces are Snake’s.” Colt looked gleeful.
“Are they… what’s the relationship? Goddammit, Colt! Why didn’t you come to me until now?”
Colt arched an eyebrow. “The girl was devastated, so was her brother. It’s not like she’s still fucking him.”
“I think it’s something I needed to know.” He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.
“I figured you didn’t want the whole team on it.”
Gianni growled, just enough that Colt would know he was fucking serious. “No, but I want someone on her at all times. Got it? Even if Tom needs to call in someone else.”
“Yeah. We need an evac plan too, just in case.”
“You know it.” He paced as much as he could.
“You going to talk to your guy? Does he know Rogers? Does he know about this shit? It’s all a little nice and neat, huh?”
“It is.” Gianni shook his head. Surely not. Bonner wasn’t setting him up. No way.
“His mother’s a fake psychic in the Big Easy. Crystal meth—low-level user, rap sheet for the occasional trick roll, possession, one burglary. She gets a phone call from Bonner once a month. Even the sister hasn’t been in contact with her in six months.”
