by Jake Biondi
After having made love again, this time in Keith’s bed, both Emmett and he lay naked asleep, their bodies intertwined. A knock on the apartment door awakened Keith from his nap as Emmett rolled over and wrapped his arm around a pillow. Keith hopped out of bed and pulled on a pair of shorts before rushing into the hallway to answer the door.
Swinging the door open quickly, Keith came face to face with Michael, who was holding a bottle of wine in his right hand.
“Michael,” Keith said, shocked.
“Hey, Stormy,” Michael said with a warm smile. “I’m sorry to come over unannounced.”
“Well, no, I’m just--”
“I was hoping we could talk,” he said, handing the wine bottle to Keith.
Emmett entered the hallway behind Keith with only a towel wrapped around his waist. “Keith, I’m just going to hop in the shower and--” Emmett paused upon seeing Michael standing in the doorway.
Michael’s smile left his face as he saw Emmett behind Keith. “Oh, I didn’t realize this was a bad time.”
Keith tried to re-assure him. “No, Michael, it’s just...”
“Keep the wine,” Michael declared as he turned and rushed away down the stairs.
“Michael, wait!” Keith yelled for Michael to stay, but he was already down the stairs and out the building. It should have been a night for everyone to celebrate, but it wasn’t.
Episode #46
Danger often hides in shadows. Sometimes it lurks around the corner waiting to pounce, sometimes it employs the cloak of darkness to surprise its next victim, and sometimes it lies in wait for an unsuspecting individual to step into its trap.
As Mateo Martinez pushed himself deep into Rachel Carson, her mouth kissed him, but her mind was focused on what she would say when he finished. His muscled, hairy chest pressed against her breasts while his powerful legs increased the intensity of his thrusts. He let his lips explore her cheeks, jaw line, and shoulders as his erect penis continued to repeatedly hit its target inside of her.
She moaned with pleasure to encourage him, digging her fingers into the small of his back. Preparing for Mateo’s climax, she kissed him deeply, her feet running along the sides of his large legs.
Sending cum in every direction inside of Rachel, Mateo groaned loudly as he exploded inside of her. He buried his face between her breasts as his body twitched during orgasm. After releasing some final spurts of semen, he collapsed onto the bed next to her, his dick emerging from her.
Rachel turned and put her arms on Mateo’s chest. “Mmm, baby. That was amazing.”
“Damn,” Mateo whispered. “You’re beautiful.”
“Thank you,” Rachel replied, smiling.
Mateo wrapped his arm around her. “Have you talked with Hugo lately?”
“No,” Rachel lied. “Why?”
“He just seems distracted these past few weeks, less focused. I know you two have talked occasionally. I thought maybe he’d said something to you.”
“Nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe he’s just getting anxious about Notre Dame and football training starting soon?”
“Maybe. No matter. I’ll talk to him,” Mateo said, kissing her gently. “So, what do you have on your agenda today?”
“Well, that depends on you.”
Mateo smiled. “Why me?”
“I was thinking about going down to city hall today.”
“City hall?” Mateo asked. “Got some old parking tickets to pay?”
Rachel smiled. “No. I was going to see about a marriage license.”
Mateo sat up. “A marriage license?”
Rachel ran her hand over his chest. “Don’t you want to marry me?”
“Marry you?” Mateo moved farther away from her. “Who ever said anything about marriage?”
“Well, isn’t that where we are headed? I know you love me.”
Mateo laughed. “I’m not the marrying type. You know that.”
“But we are so good together. And we’d be the family that Hugo needs at this point in his life.”
“I’m all the family Hugo needs and has ever needed. He’s an adult now and nearly on his own.”
“But we’ve all grown so close lately. I just thought…”
“Look, Rachel. I love our time together, I really do. We have a great time…obviously. But if you are looking for anything more than just a casual relationship, I think you had better look elsewhere.”
“I don’t want anyone else.”
“Well, those are the rules,” Mateo said with a smile. He got out of bed. “No more marriage talk. Now I have to shower and get to work.” Mateo walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
“We’ll see about that,” Rachel said.
As Mateo showered and prepared to head to the hospital, Derek Mancini pushed himself up into Cole O’Brien’s firm ass. Using his strong legs, Derek continued to thrust into Cole who straddled his hips. Leaning forward, Derek wrapped his big arms around Cole and kissed him deep, allowing his tongue to work its way into Cole’s mouth.
Savoring the feeling of Derek’s big dick inside of him, Cole tightened himself around Derek. The chain with Derek’s wedding ring hanging from his neck, Cole kissed Derek and ran his hands over his biceps. Cole’s hard cock grew against Derek’s abs as he tried to keep from cumming prematurely.
In anticipation of releasing, Derek flipped over on top of Cole and spread his legs farther apart. He looked deep into Cole’s eyes and smiled as his body trembled. With a final push into Cole, who dug his toes into Derek’s legs, Derek erupted. Cum filled Cole whose dick reached its own climax.
Looking at Cole’s cock, Derek quickly wrapped his lips around it and gulped down every burst of cum that Cole pumped out. His tongue licked Cole’s penis clean and then licked its way up Cole’s entire body until reaching his lips. Derek kissed Cole and rolled over onto his back.
Cole snuggled up next to Derek who held him tight.
“I love you,” Cole said, smiling and kissing Derek again.
“I love you, too.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.”
“Are you sure you’re okay with me being the grand marshal of the Pride parade? It’s a pretty public event and, because of our relationship, it sort of outs you to the world.”
“Cole, I would never ask you to give up such an amazing invitation. Do you realize how cool and important this is? You are a real celebrity who can make a big difference to a lot of people.”
“That’s not what I’m asking you. I don’t want my fame to cast an unwanted spotlight on you. That’s not fair.”
Derek gently turned Cole’s face toward him. “Cole, I’m telling you not to worry about it. Any uncomfortable fallout that occurs will be totally outweighed by the good results. I’m a big boy; I can handle whatever comes my way.”
Cole smiled. “Thank you.”
“After all I have put you through to get us to this point, I would never ask you not to do something as amazing as this. I’m excited for you -- and proud of you, too. I’m so lucky that you’re my guy.”
Cole kissed Derek. “I am your guy and nothing will ever change that. From the moment we met in Boston...”
Derek laughed. “I think I knew at that moment, too. There was certainly something different, special about you.”
Cole looked away from Derek for a moment. “Are you nervous about today?”
“Today?”
“Meeting with Dustin. Are you sure you want to do it?”
“Absolutely,” Derek said. “I need to hear from his own mouth why he wanted to kill me.” Derek paused a moment. “You are more than welcome to join me, if you’d like.”
“I have a photo shoot,” Cole explained. “But I’ll see you at our afternoon meeting.”
“About that,” Derek said. “I know you work for Ciancio International and I don’t want you to get caught in the crossfire.”
“What are you talking about? I thought things with you a
nd Gino were much better.”
“They are, but his aunt is now running the company since Carlo’s death and she has declared war on my company. I intend to destroy her before she destroys me. She’s already taking the vineyards right out from under me.”
“So the feud is back on?” Cole asked. “I can’t believe that Gino would go along with that. Or David.”
“Gino can’t stop it. Camille has majority control of the company and she’s made her intentions clear.”
“David is a good man, Derek. He’s your brother, too. Don’t do anything to hurt him.”
“He may have taken the Ciancio last name, but he is a Mancini, too. It’s time for him to decide which side he’s on.”
“Derek...”
“I know how much you care about him and I know how close you two were,” Derek said. “But this is business. There are bound to be casualties -- and I am working to make sure that my company isn’t one of them.”
“Derek, please be careful. It’s not just about two companies. There are people we care about involved.”
“Like I said, this is business,” Derek replied, kissing Cole again. “But let’s not talk business in bed,” Derek added as he rolled back on top of Cole.
While Derek and Cole had sex for the second time that morning, Gino Ciancio rolled on top of his fiancé Justin Mancini in the bedroom of their Gold Coast penthouse. His powerful body weighed down upon Justin, whose hands groped him aggressively.
Justin reached down for Gino’s ass as he clamped down on Gino’s large cock. Gripping Gino’s cheeks, Justin pulled him deeper inside of him. He leaned forward to kiss Gino’s hairy chest and hard nipples as Gino’s dick plunged farther forward.
Gino then grabbed Justin’s wrists, lifted his hands over his head, and pinned them there. He licked Justin’s armpits and chest as his strong legs continued their thrusts. Gino resisted Justin’s attempts to free his arms and relentlessly fucked his fiancé.
Growing more aggressive, Justin used all his strength to flip Gino off of him and onto his back. Then he kissed his way down Gino’s hot body -- from his mouth, to his neck, down his chest, over his abs, to his throbbing dick. Justin reached behind Gino’s knees and raised his legs into the air. Leaning forward, Justin licked Gino’s hole. His lips kissed it while his tongue teased it, sending shivers through Gino whose body twitched with pleasure.
After enjoying the position for a while, Gino again took control. He turned Justin around, raised his ass into the air, and thrust his rigid dick back into Justin, whose face became buried in his pillow.
As Gino pounded him, he raised up his head and turned it to the side in order to see Gino. His moans grew louder and louder, which only encouraged Gino to become even more passionate and assertive. He dug his fingers into the bed sheets and tightened himself around Gino, who leaned forward to kiss the back of Justin’s neck and shoulders.
Reaching around, Gino took hold of Justin’s hard cock and began to stroke it as he continued to pound his lover. When Gino felt the tip of Justin’s dick ooze with pre-cum, he himself prepared to fill Justin. One final push was accompanied by a loud groan as Gino forced his seed into Justin. Burst after burst filled Justin and then Gino wasted no time pulling out and turning Justin around. He took Justin’s dick into his mouth and grabbed his ass.
Without warning, Justin filled Gino’s mouth with semen as Gino looked up at him. His body shook as the final drops of cum spewed forth. Then Justin lay back onto the bed and Gino joined him. He wrapped his arm around Justin and held him.
“It’s so good to be home and in our own bed,” Justin said, running his fingers along Gino’s arm.
“Absolutely,” Gino said, holding Justin tightly and kissing his forehead.
“Have you thought about rescheduling our wedding?”
“Oh, babe,” Justin said. “With everything that’s going on and Marco still missing, I thought that’d be the last thing you’d want to be worrying about.”
“It’s nothing to worry about -- it’s something exciting to look forward to. Look at me,” Gino said, gently turning Justin’s face toward him. “No one is more important to me than you. And nothing is more important to me than our wedding. After all we have overcome to be together, I want to be your husband as soon as possible.”
“Then I’ll start planning it right away.”
“Let Emmett help -- he seems to love planning.”
“Well…there’s something I need to tell you. Max and he broke up.”
Gino shifted his position in bed. “What? Why?”
“He just told me yesterday. Apparently, Max cheated on him...with Dustin.”
“Max and Dustin? How is that even possible? That doesn’t seem like Max at all.”
“I know, but it’s true. Needless to say, Emmett is really upset.”
“I’m sure he is. I’m really sorry.”
“He won’t be planning a wedding any time soon.”
Gino kissed Justin. “Then we’ll have one all to ourselves.”
“How about right here in our home?”
“That sounds great to me. Whatever you want.”
“I know you had your heart set on getting married at your home in California, but…”
“Things change,” Gino said. “That didn’t work out. But getting married right here in our Chicago home with our close friends and family sounds great to me.”
“I’ll get to work on it then.”
“Should we get up and hit the gym?” Gino asked, getting out of bed.
“You go ahead,” Justin said. “I want to go to the office before our meeting this afternoon to see if I can talk some sense into Derek. I want to try to diffuse the situation between our company and yours before it blows up in our faces.”
Gino smiled. “You sure have come a long way since you first arrived back here in Chicago.”
“I was a very unhappy person then. You helped me change all that,” Justin said, getting out of bed.
“No,” Gino said. “I just helped you to see yourself as I saw you all along.”
Justin headed into the bathroom as Gino pulled out his gym bag.
While Justin and Gino began their day, Keith Colgan released inside of Emmett Mancini, whose body was wrapped around his. Keith pumped deep into Emmett a few more times and then kissed Emmett while slipping out of him.
Emmett cuddled up against Keith, who wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close. Emmett ran his fingers over Keith’s chest.
“I don’t think I ever stopped loving you,” Keith whispered as he kissed Emmett again.
“Are you sure you shouldn’t have gone after Michael last night? He had flowers -- he was clearly here to discuss your relationship.”
“I’ll talk to him today. I know him well enough to know that he would have been in no mood to talk after walking in on us.”
“I’m sorry that I screwed things up for you.”
“Emmett, you didn’t. I screwed things up all on my own.” Keith paused, then added, “Besides, I wouldn’t change a thing about last night and this morning. It was perfect and you’re back with me where you belong.”
“Keith…”
“Shh,” Keith said, kissing Emmett. “Let me just enjoy having you back in my bed and in my life. I can’t tell you how much your forgiveness means to me. You’ve always had the biggest heart of anyone I know.”
“Keith, let’s not get ahead of ourselves. This has all been fantastic, but we are not back together.”
“Why not? We should never have broken up to begin with.”
“You love Michael--”
“I love you.”
“--you love Michael and things are complicated for Max and me. I’m in no state of mind to be with anyone at all. I just need time to be alone and be really quiet for a while.”
“What about the club opening?”
“It’s all on schedule. In fact, we have a meeting about it today.”
“How are you going to continue to work with him?
”
“Keith, please. Max and I are working on our friendship and will remain business partners.”
Keith kissed Emmett. “It’ll all work out. Take it one day at a time and things will fall into place.”
“I appreciate your support and friendship, but please don’t pressure me.”
“I told you that I’d make up for what I’ve done in the past and I will. No matter what, I am your friend and have your back.”
Emmett put his head on Keith’s chest. “Thank you. That’s what I need most of all right now -- your friendship and support.”
“You’ve got it. Everything is going to work out just fine.” Keith kissed Emmett on the forehead and held him close.
As Keith comforted Emmett, Michael Martinez was in his office with one of his officers, who handed him the evidence bag containing the earring that was found in Ben Donovan’s motel room.
“I’m sorry,” the officer explained. “We got nothing from that earring. The post is broken off and that would have been more helpful. All we have here is the front and it’s clean.”
“Dammit,” Michael mumbled.
“Commander?”
“I’m sorry,” Michael said. “Just a bit wound up today. Thanks for your work on this. I wish we had more to go on.”
“I do, too. That room was particularly clean for a motel room of that caliber. Whoever killed Mr. Donovan made sure to clean up after themselves.”
“We know Ben was responsible for the plane crash. I just wonder if there’s a link between that and his murder. There’s got to be.”
“We’ll keep working.”
“Thank you,” Michael said as the officer opened the door to leave.
David Ciancio was on the other side of the door. He let the officer exit before he entered carrying two cups of coffee.
“Good morning,” David said. “Since you didn’t have time to meet me for coffee, I thought I’d bring it to you on my way to work.”
“Aww, thank you.”
David put both cups of coffee onto Michael’s desk. Then he closed the office door and sat down in a chair across from Michael.
