Guns n' Boys Book 1 Part 1 (36 page)

Seth took a step back in
horror. They must have spied on them before this attack. He would pay to turn
back time and un-hear it. As long as no one said it, it wouldn’t exist.

Domenico shot to his
feet and slammed his boot into the man’s face with a bone chilling crack. His
body jerked upward, convulsing, but Dom didn’t step back after the hit. He
turned his heel, digging the thick sole deeper into the crushed skull. The body
stilled.

Seth took another step
back and clenched his fists in silence. His body was a mixture of shivers and
sweat, but he couldn’t help feeling like justice had been done. No one would be
cutting off his fingers and getting away with it.

Domenico rolled his head
with a slight crack, his shoulders tensing. “There are disinfectants, rags, and
rubber gloves under the sink. You could prepare everything while I deal with
the bodies.”

Seth swallowed, watching
the perfect predator in action. Cool as the breeze still coming in through the
window. “What will you do with them?”

Domenico snorted. “I
think our girl needs some company for the night. Maybe that will unwind her
tongue.”

“Dom?” Seth shifted his
weight from one foot to the other.

“Yeah?” When Domenico
moved, the smashed-in face came into view and Seth had to avert his eyes, so he
focused on Dom’s nose and mouth.

“You’re dirty,” Seth
said with a tiny smile, feeling just a sting of pleasure when Dom’s pink tongue
slipped out of his mouth to lap at the blood-stained lips.

Chapter 17

It was already bright
outside when they finished cleaning the corridor and living room, erasing any
traces and smells of what came about that night. After that, they needed to
clean themselves, and even the ever-efficient Dom took long in the shower.

Seth hissed at the last
stitch put in place on his arm. It hurt, and he looked away, but bit on his
lips and sucked it up. As much as he wanted to avoid the stitches, there was no
fighting Dom about the issue, so he just sat there in pain, tired and pressing
a frozen steak on the back of his head. All he got to fight the pain was a
glass of whiskey, but his impromptu surgeon was fairly quick and more skilled
than Seth wanted to let on.

Seth was tired, yet too
aware of what had happened to sleep, so he reached for the whiskey to pour
himself another glass. Dom gave him some pointers on sewing up a wound, what
needed to be cleaned after murder, and the conversation even strayed to
treating bullet wounds. For him, it had to be just another opportunity for
training. For Seth, it was dreamlike, yet as real as the sharp blade that had
cut him tonight.

Someone in their Family
betrayed their trust, and they needed to find out from the girl who it was, now
even more than ever. Seth was to marry a woman he didn’t even know and there
was no running from that. He had witnessed the death of two people, yet didn’t
feel all that touched. They came to kill him and Dom, they wanted revenge, and
instead it was Seth who got the satisfaction. Served them right.

A soft brush of a mouth
against the sewed-up arm pulled his attention back to Domenico, who gave him a
slight smile and reached for the clean bandage. “Leave that. Too much isn’t
good.”

Seth took a deep breath
and put the whiskey away, looking into Dom’s now-clean face. “First class
handiwork.” Seth tried to joke, but didn’t manage to smile.

“We need to get you a
pig leg to practice on,” said Dom. “That’s what I did.”

Seth blinked, for a
moment unable to comprehend the practicality of that statement, but then he
just burst out laughing. So, this was his life now. Impregnating strangers and
sewing up pig legs.

He got off the table he
was sitting on.

“I’m not finished.”
Domenico pressed on Seth’s stomach, pushing him back to the table.

Seth moaned but stroked
Dom’s wet hair, unable to fight the need for affection. “What else?”

Domenico took a knife,
but when Seth’s heart rate picked up at the sight, Dom cut a lemon into
quarters. As long as that blade wasn’t going into Seth’s flesh, he could relax.

Dom picked up the fruit
and put it against Seth’s lips. “Here, bite on this,” he said in the same tone
he told Seth to drink whiskey.

Seth bit into the lemon
with a scowl and sucked up the sour juice until Dom pulled it away. All Seth
now wanted was more alcohol to wash it down. “What was that for?”

A little smirk adorned
Dom’s lips. “Just wanted to see if you’d question an order.”

Seth slapped the side of
Dom’s head, but then pulled him closer by the hair and kissed Dom with the sour
lips. “Asshole.”

Domenico gasped against
his lips but eagerly pushed his tongue deep into the bitterly sour mouth. “We
need to tuck you in. You wouldn’t want your fresh wound unprotected.” Domenico
was swiftly dressing the cut, with complete focus marring his forehead.

“You saying I need a bit
of ‘nip and tuck’?” Seth snorted.

The complete and utter
lack of understanding displayed on Domenico’s face extinguished any attempt at
joking on Seth’s side. “What does that even mean?”

“Never mind.” Seth
sighed. “It’s this TV show about plastic surgeons…”

If possible, Domenico’s
brows went even higher. “Who would be watching
that
?”

Seth pouted. He did. It
was one of the rare shows both him and Peter liked. “I said never mind. You
don’t have to be so judgmental. Can I go?”

“Do you want to make
love?”

That got Seth’s
attention right back on Dom. “Huh?” He swallowed and all sorts of cramps ran
through his stomach. He’d call them ‘butterflies’, but with Dom they were moths
at best. Just as lively, but uncomfortable in daylight, creatures of the night,
like Seth’s lust for Dom.

Domenico leaned in and
kissed his shoulder again. Some of his wet hair tickled Seth’s skin, making
those moths agitated again. “Hn?”

“Sex? Just like that?”
Seth swallowed, but put the half-defrosted steak away and wrapped his arms
around Dom’s neck. With birds tweeting outside and the room engulfed in morning
sunshine, it could have almost been romantic. If it wasn’t for the smell of
disinfectant, the ache in his arm, and the big bruise that managed to already appear
on Domenico’s chin.

Dom’s tongue slipped
through his lips. “I... want to make you feel better. I suppose.”

Seth teased Dom’s arm
with the cold fingers he’d held the steak with before. “Is that the best you
can do?”

A frown appeared on
Dom’s face and he leaned back with a growl. “You liked my cock just fine last
time I checked.”

Seth sighed, but pulled
Dom back closer with his legs. “I’m just teasing you. I—” He looked up into
Dom’s eyes. “I want to.”

There was a brief moment
of pause before Dom leaned forward, but the kiss Seth expected didn’t come.
With a loud, heart-stopping sniff, Domenico smelled Seth’s neck, letting his
lips and tongue hover low above the skin, warming it with his breath. “Come
with me?”

A shiver went through
Seth’s body, the attraction acting better than any anesthetic. He nodded and
slid off the table. He still couldn’t get over Dom talking about “making love”,
but he suddenly felt too shy to mock that. It wasn’t going to be another blow
job session, Seth knew what he was agreeing to, but he didn’t feel all that
scared anymore. He wanted to be close, have Domenico’s pitch-black hair fall on
his torso. He wanted to gaze into his eyes, and feel Domenico’s strong arms
holding him in place, anchoring him in the reality he was forced to drift in.

Domenico’s hand slid
down his forearm, and their fingers entwined. Then, with a pull, he was led
toward the safety of their bedroom. With the door closed, the smell of
disinfectant was gone and that small fact separated Seth from the thoughts of
the night’s slaughter. The sunlight was so bright he could see bits of dust
dancing in the air.

Seth rubbed his
forehead, fighting back a new assault of tears. He wasn’t willing to give in
this time, but he had to sniff. “Are you gonna stick around when we go back?”
He slid his fingertips over the bruise covering half of Dom’s side. He hoped
they were still a bit cool from holding the meat. Domenico rested his head on
Seth’s arm with a sigh and brushed the back of his hand down the middle of
Seth’s torso.

“Do you want me to?”

“I do. I don’t want to
be alone in this.” Seth moved his touch to Dom’s bicep, which could as well be
made of steel not flesh.

Domenico nodded, and his
fingers spread over Seth’s pec, massaging it gently. “I will take care of you
then.”

Seth smiled and leaned
into the touch of those hot fingers, a shiver already running down to his
balls. Maybe it was naive, but he did believe Dom. Who else was he to depend
on?

“So you like me now?”
asked Domenico. Coming from anyone else, it might have sounded sarcastic, but
to Domenico, it was a straightforward question. A surprising one nevertheless.

“A bit,” Seth teased
with a small smile. The truth was he liked Dom a lot more than “a bit” by now;
it was the situation they were in that he hated. If he could choose someone to
take for a tropical holiday, he’d choose Dom. Maybe not forever, but he
imagined they would have fun. Fucking and sipping drinks on the beach. He could
even make those coconut drinks for Dom, just to see him rest in the sun like a
sated lion.

The smile he got was so
warm he stopped breathing. Within a split second though, he inhaled again when
Dom pushed him on the bed, following immediately, ready to devour his prey.

Seth smiled back and
slid his fingers into Dom’s black hair, which was only slightly damp by now.
His heart already picked up the pace at the thought that they would go all the
way again. He wasn’t all that scared anymore, and submitting to a guy like
Domenico Acerbi could hardly be considered weak. “I’m sorry for yesterday. I
didn’t know what to do…” he whispered.

Hazel eyes looked up at
him from below, where Domenico was planting small, gentle kisses across Seth’s
chest. “I know.”

“There is a way out, you
know…” Seth swallowed and relaxed against the soft bedding, stroking Dom’s
nape. No one had to know he gave in to bottoming. It would be just between
them.

Domenico’s fingers were
now searching the territory on the inner side of Seth’s thighs, moving them
around in a slow, languid dance that wasn’t even synchronized. It sent jolts of
excitement to Seth’s dick. “Hn?”

“We could run away
together.” Seth locked his gaze with Dom’s, hoping what he was saying wouldn’t
anger him. “Fuck in this bed now, and then just leave. We have some money
between us. We could just go. We’d be at the station in two hours. In Canada,
or something, in two days. We’d just vanish.”

Dom stopped breathing
and looked up, slowly rising on his arms with his expression frozen. “I...
no... I can’t,” he stuttered, “It would be a sin to break my vows, I... I took
an oath, burned the picture, I am obliged to do what my Don tells me to.”

Seth put his palm on
Dom’s chest, and almost pulled it back, surprised at how fast Dom’s heart was
pounding. “Isn’t it a sin what you do with me?”

Domenico cupped the side
of Seth’s face, looking at him like he wanted to see straight into Seth’s soul.
There was something incredibly raw and straightforward in that gaze. “It’s a
lesser sin. I never vowed to stay away from men, but to the family that took me
in, I am bound till I die.”

Seth tried to understand
it, tap into his way of thinking. “I’m your family…” He swallowed, unwilling to
ponder on it too much.

Domenico gasped and
pulled Seth’s hand to his lips to press a fervent kiss to the flesh. “Yes, you
have my loyalty as well. And once you succeed your father, you will hold my
life in your hands.”

Seth took deep breaths,
overwhelmed by the intensity in Dom’s gaze. “We’ll make it work somehow, won’t
we?” He pushed up to kiss Dom’s bruised chin. With all the surrounding danger,
it was good to have Dom around, to believe he would be loyal. Never before
could Seth be honest with a lover about his family, about his past, or the
impending future. How was he to tell Peter that he knew about his family’s
criminal activities and wasn’t reporting it to the police? Or tell his friends
that he helped kidnap a young woman and kept her locked up? She damn well
deserved it, but they wouldn’t understand. Dom was in the same boat. Dom was
intent on protecting him. Tonight had been proof of that.

Domenico nuzzled his
cheek with a wolfish smile. “So, you wanna strip?”

Seth looked up at him,
surprised by the wave of shyness that washed over him. Hot, cold, and tingly
all over. He couldn’t choke anything out, so he nodded and pushed his thumbs
under the waistband of his jogging bottoms. What he was about to offer Dom made
his stomach clench again and tightened his throat. Seth raised his hips when he
pushed down his pants, revealing more dark hair and an already half-erect cock.

Dom didn’t seem to have
the same reservations. He quickly pushed off his trunks and squeezed Seth’s
knee with a possessive grunt. His handsome face was slowly getting closer to
Seth’s cock, with a flush of desire spread all over the skin.

With a deep breath, Seth
pushed up his hips, eager for those lips around his dick. He finished pushing
his pants off with his feet.

Lying on his side,
Domenico moved his hand from Seth’s knee to between his legs. He pushed his
warm limb underneath Seth’s thigh and curled around it as Dom blew some air
over Seth’s crotch.

“Oh, wow,” Seth
whispered and closed his eyes as his cock filled with excitement. Dom was
right. This was the best relaxation he could offer. With his other hand gently
trailing up and down Seth’s stomach, Domenico came closer. In a glorious
moment, he was closing his mouth over Seth’s testicle, lavishing it with warm,
wet suction.

Seth groaned in pleasure
and opened his eyes to have a look at that divine image. Dom’s hair tickled his
thighs and cock, the pleasure making it already stand up proudly and twitch on
his stomach. A smirk bloomed on Seth’s lips at the sight. He liked watching his
own cock, thick at the base, with a dark crown staring up. With a man sucking
on it like it was the best thing in the world. Only this time, it wasn’t just
any man.

Domenico’s brows
gathered over his nose as he lapped at Seth’s balls while playing with the hair
on his stomach.

“Come on… It’s asking
for attention.” Seth raised himself on his elbows for a better view.

“So, what exactly is it
asking for?” Domenico wiggled his eyebrows without any shame as he rose to
frame the underside of Seth’s cock with his tongue and lick all the way up to
the head.