Semua Bab LORENZO, MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND : Bab 91 - Bab 100

ELI The movie's barely halfway through when Olandria's head drops onto my shoulder. I glance over. Her eyes are closed, breathing deep and even. Out cold. Nick notices too. He looks at her, then at me across her sleeping form. Something passes between us—heat, want, the knowledge that tomorrow she leaves and we'll have three weeks. Three weeks alone. My cock stirs just thinking about it. Nick carefully shifts Olandria in his arms, stands with her cradled against his chest like she weighs nothing. She doesn't even stir. "I'll put her to bed," he whispers. I nod, watching him carry her upstairs. The way he moves—gentle, protective—does something to my chest. He's such a good father. Which makes what we're doing so much worse. I turn off the TV, clean up the popcorn bowls, try to keep my hands busy so I don't think about the fact that Nick is right upstairs and I want him so badly I can barely breathe. When he comes back down, I'm standing in the hallway. We're alone. The hous

ELI"Oh fuck—" My head slams back against the wall.He's gotten better at this. Knows exactly what I like now. Takes me deep, hollows his cheeks, uses his tongue in ways that make my knees weak.His hands grip my hips, holding me in place while he works me over. I thread my fingers through his hair, not pushing, just holding on."Nick, god, your mouth—"He hums around my cock and the vibration makes me see stars.I'm not going to last. Not after last night, after this morning, after wanting him so badly I could barely function."I'm close," I warn him. "I'm gonna—"He doesn't pull off. Just takes me deeper, swallows around me.I come with a shout, hips jerking, spilling down his throat. He swallows everything, keeps sucking until I'm shaking and oversensitive.When he pulls off, his lips are swollen, eyes dark with lust.I haul him up and kiss him, tasting myself on his tongue."Your turn," I say."Bedroom," he agrees this time. "I want you in my bed."He doesn't wait for me to respon

ELI"Greedy.""For you? Always."I lift him onto the counter. He spreads his legs immediately and I step between them.We kiss—messy and desperate—while my hands work his sweats down. He's already hard again, cock flushed and leaking."You're insatiable," I murmur against his mouth."Whose fault is that?"Fair point.I grab the lube we'd left in the kitchen drawer days ago—planning ahead, even if we didn't admit it—and slick my fingers.He leans back on his hands, legs spread wide, completely shameless."Look at you," I say. "So eager for it.""Only for you." His voice is rough. "Only ever for you."I push one finger inside. He's still loose from earlier but I take my time anyway, working him open, adding a second finger, then a third.He rocks back on my hand, making these small desperate sounds that go straight to my cock."Please," he gasps. "Please, Nick, I need you."I pull my fingers out, shove my sweats down, and line up. The head of my cock presses against his entrance.I push

ELIHe groans. "Fuck.""Please."That's all it takes.He lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist and he carries me upstairs, mouths fused together.In his room, he sets me down gently on the bed. I lie back, watching as he strips off his patrol gear.When he's finally naked, cock hard and ready, I reach for him."Come here."He climbs over me, settles between my legs. But instead of rushing, he just looks at me."What?" I ask."Nothing. Just..." He brushes hair back from my forehead. "You're beautiful."My chest tightens. "Nick—""I mean it." He leans down, presses a soft kiss to my lips. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."I don't know what to say to that. So I just kiss him back.This time it's different. Slower. Like we have all the time in the world.His hands map my body—gentle touches that make me shiver. He kisses down my neck, my chest, takes his time exploring every inch of skin.When he reaches my cock, already hard and leaking, he presses a kiss to the tip.

NICKIt's only been two days since Olandria left and I'm already losing my grip on reality.I should be focused on pack business. Should be thinking about border security, patrol schedules, the usual responsibilities.Instead, I'm sitting at a pack dinner, Eli beside me, our thighs pressed together under the table, and all I can think about is getting him alone.We're getting reckless.I know it. He knows it.But we can't seem to stop."Nick?"I blink. Lorenzo is looking at me expectantly."Sorry, what?""I asked if you're available for border patrol tomorrow night.""Yeah. Of course."He studies me for a moment. "You okay? You seem distracted.""I'm fine.""You sure? Because you've been... different lately."My stomach tightens. "Different how?""I don't know. Lighter. Happier." He smiles. "It's good to see. You've been too serious for too long.""Just been sleeping better, I guess.""Well, whatever it is, keep doing it."If he only knew.Eli's foot brushes against mine under the tab