Guns n' Boys: Homicidal Instinct (Book 2) (gay dark mafia erotic romance) (15 page)

You hated me when you
first saw me
, Seth thought grimly even
though Dom’s words made his heart flutter. “Good. I can work with that.” He
smiled and kissed Dom once more.

Chapter 10

Seth stretched in the king-size
bed. He’d missed sleeping on a proper mattress. In a nice hotel with a big,
clean bathroom. The big windows in their hotel bedroom had a view on a snowy
landscape. A heavy snow storm had slowed down their trip through the winding
roads in Ohio, but Seth was kind of happy. He got to spend a night in a decent
hotel and fuck in clean sheets. What more could he need?

Seth turned under the
comforter, glad he was in a warm room with Dom next to him, not having to
freeze his ass off outside. He kissed Domenico’s cheek and put his arm over
Dom’s chest. Happiness filled Seth’s heart when he saw Dom limp less every day.
They would even wrestle, and he was so happy Dom won he could cry if they
hadn’t gotten even more physical.

His eyes popped open at
the sound of a high-pitched masculine voice of someone screaming their head off
somewhere outside. Domenico stirred and pinched the base of his nose, rolling
to his back. “What the fuck...”

Seth groaned. “I’ll go
see,” he muttered, though he was sure it’d be nothing important. He got up,
instantly covering in goose bumps, and rushed over to the window.

The lecherous laugh that
followed was clearly over the top, but it did tickle Seth’s ego. He stretched
his shoulders for Domenico’s viewing pleasure as he peeked through the blinds.

The colorful mix of
people outside was probably the last thing he expected. There was a sea of new
arrivals, many in cowboy hats, streaming back and forth with boxes and
suitcases, some of which clearly contained instruments. And then there was the
source of the voice, two elderly men engaged in some kind of weird singing
match.

“Oh, God… there’s more
guests arriving. But no one’s murdering anyone, so I guess it’s fine.” He
looked at Dom over his shoulder with a small smile. Even the wound on Dom’s
face was healing well. It still wasn’t something to look at, but it was
healthy, which was most important. He once had a nightmare about it getting
infected with flesh eating bacteria. He woke up when Dom looked up at him with
a gaping hole where his nose used to be. He looked just like Elephant.

Oblivious to those grim fantasies,
Domenico rolled over and put a pillow over his head. “Why are they so loud? Who
are they? A preacher and his flock?”

Seth cocked his head to
the side, watching more people in colorful outfits rushing out of a bus and
straight into the hotel, shivering in the cold. “No they’re like… cowboys or
something.”

Domenico looked out of
his hideout with hair all over the place. “Why would there be cowboys in here?
And why are they so loud? A pop-up rodeo?”

Seth started laughing.
“Why? You wanna ride a bull tonight?” He wiggled his eyebrows, approaching the
bed. All he needed was the right moment to get to fuck Dom again. It felt like
the one time he did was in a different life, but that ass was still as
delicious as ever.

Domenico sighed. “Not
with a guy in a cowboy hat watching. Will the whole day be like that?” Slowly,
he rolled out of bed and stretched his body. It didn’t look that powerful when
Dom wore his signature suits, but when he was naked, the strength hidden
beneath skin was easy to spot.

“I dunno. Maybe. We need
to blend in, Dom.” Seth grinned at the idea, never taking his eyes off Dom.
“I’ll get myself a hat like that.”

Dom frowned. “What for?”
he asked as if the concept was as abstract as owning a henhouse when you didn’t
have any chickens.

Seth put his hands on
Dom’s shoulders. “So you know who’s the
rider
tonight.”

Domenico stared, and the
moment stretched into an awkward silence. Seth was almost grateful when the
shouting outside picked up again. So were they back to Dom not wanting to bottom
again? Seriously?

Seth groaned and went
off to the bathroom to get ready for the day. “What’s the problem? You always
loved country. We could go to a concert.”
Just a bit of mindfuck to start
the day.

“Maybe the accident
changed something in my brain,” Dom said from the bedroom.

“What? You loved that
stuff. Billy Cyrus, Tim McGraw…” Seth smirked at his reflection and started
shaving.

Domenico’s face loomed
in the mirror, his bright eyes biting into Seth like deadly claws.

Seth rolled his eyes.
This day wasn’t starting too well. “Okay, okay. You hate country music.”

“And rap,” added
Domenico, serious as if they were talking about a funeral. “And the one where
women moan while a guy raps.”

“Yeah, you hate that
too. You hate a lot of things. Like popcorn, kiwis, rock music, and fantasy
books.”

Domenico chewed on his
lip and slipped into the bathroom, going straight for the shower. “Seems like
me.”

Seth sighed and finished
shaving. “You know what, I think I’ll just go downstairs and have a look at all
the stuff if you’re not into it. You probably wanna wash your hair, too. It
looks kinda… you know.” He shrugged.

Domenico shut the door
and stared at him through the glass. Seth could practically feel the sting of
daggers pushing against his skin. “I’m not dirty enough for you to refuse me.”

“You know, I just close
my eyes…”

Domenico snorted. “You
just like me dirty. Admit it,” he said, starting the shower.

Seth couldn’t help a
smile. “I do. That’s why I haven’t showered.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

Domenico raised an
eyebrow and knocked on the stall door. “No padlocks here.”

“Nah, I want all the
cowboys to smell you on me.” Seth chuckled, watching Dom’s pupils widen. That
tan chest moved in front of Seth’s eyes, betraying first signs of lust.

“Don’t let them corner
you then.”

Seth shook his head and
left the bathroom to keep Dom wanting. He got dressed quickly, because he
really did want to find out what was the fuss downstairs.

“See you in a bit!” he
yelled to Dom.

Seth was mingling. There
were so many people around for what he already knew was a country music
conference for local artists and fans. There were some shops set up in one of
the conference rooms, and he decided to get into the spirit of the event by
purchasing a hat. And boots. And a plaid shirt. Next thing he knew, he even got
himself a pair of spurs. Dom would die when he saw him.

Sure, he was gay, but it
was still nice to have every woman turn her head to catch a better look at him
as he strutted with his hands in his pockets and a big grin. This was gonna be
a good day. But it was him who got so caught up in ogling a male ass in tight
jeans that he knocked into someone. Someone with a soft front and pink cowboy
hat.

“Well, hello there,
sweet thing,” Seth did his best impression of a Southern accent, but he knew it
was shit, and his Italian one was all over his English anyway.

The girl looked at him, wide-eyed.
She was carrying several bags, some of which were dangling from her neck and
arms while others were strapped to the huge suitcase. It was strange no one
offered her any help because with soft blonde hair, blue eyes, and a sporty
figure she too definitely could be considered eye candy. Or ‘eye bling’
considering the amount of diamantes on her boots, denim vest, and even on her nails.

“Sorry.”

“Hey, let me help you
with that,” he said and took the suitcase from her. “What’s the big deal
tonight? I don’t know that band.” Seth pointed to the poster where a man and a
woman in cowboy hats stood back to back with huge smiles.

“Ah, yeah, they’re a big
deal. Locally,” said the girl, slouching as soon as some of the weight was
taken from her. “You’re not from here.”

“Nah, I was just in the
hotel, so I thought I’d come and find out what the fuss is about. I’m on the
road a lot, so it can get claustrophobic.” Seth smiled at her and followed her
with the suitcase.

She eyed his hat. “Must
be like Disneyland for you.”

Seth grinned. “I’m
heading to Texas next, so I got to get ready.”

She snorted and pulled
back her hair. “What are you gonna do? Star in a rodeo?”

“Maybe. Do I look cowboy
enough?” Seth raised his arms and turned around slowly. He knew he shouldn’t be
flirting, but he’d been stuck in that RV for so long that any new human
interaction was fun.

The girl gave him a wide
smile. “You’ve got far too many teeth for a real rodeo guy, but you’re hot
enough in those jeans to pass.”

“I saw there’s a
mechanical bull set up in the other conference room, so I might try my chances
with it later.”

“A chance with what?”
asked a smooth baritone behind Seth’s back.

The girl blinked, eyeing
the man, who Seth already knew was Domenico. “Are you two together?”

“Yes, we’re engaged,” Dom
said simply. He looked odd in his best clothes, with a suit jacket and an
old-school tie to finish the look.

A flush crawled up
Seth’s neck. What was the fucker thinking going around and telling people
things like that? Seth put his hands back into his pockets and turned around to
Dom, embarrassed. “I wanna go on the mechanical bull later.”

Domenico crooked his
head, his face a mask Seth knew all too well. “Oh, I thought you didn’t want to
ride it.”

“Nah, I had another look
at it. Looks good enough of a ride to me. I bet I could stay on it for a
long
time.” He sure hoped Dom was getting the reference.

Domenico’s eyebrows came
even lower. “We can
both
walk her to her room.”

“Whoa, guys, I’m here
for work,” said the girl, flustered. “I can take over from here.”

“It was nice to meet
you.” Seth shook her hand, ready for Dom’s grumbling. And of course, it started
as soon as they were alone. Or as alone as one could get in a crowded hotel
lobby.

“Why were you flirting
with her? You told me you aren’t bisexual,” hissed Dom, looming all too close
to Seth.

Seth took a deep breath
and tipped his hat at Dom. “It’s the way of the cowboy.”

The joke was lost on
Dom, who shook his head. “Are you participating in this costume party?”

“You don’t like it? Why
am I not surprised?” Seth began walking toward the restaurant and his spurs
clinked.

“Seth, it’s
embarrassing,” Dom said but followed him anyway.

“Your attitude is
embarrassing.” Seth groaned and handed Dom a plastic bag. “I got you
something.”

Domenico cocked his
eyebrow and pulled out the belt buckle. Seth half-expected Dom to hate the
gift, but it seemed that a rooster-shaped piece of metal was right up his
alley. “It’s a cock,” Seth wiggled his eyebrows.

Dom grinned at Seth and
poked it against Seth’s stomach. “Makes sense. Now you need an ass-shaped
buckle and we’re set.”

Seth’s face fell. “So
funny.”

Domenico’s grin
broadened, and he pulled on Seth’s belt loop, leaning even closer. Seth could
sense shampoo on his damp hair. “Isn’t it? Much better than the colorful
bandanas.”

Seth detested the
suggestions more with every second. “I’ve topped a lot in my life, you know?”
he said as they entered the restaurant, which, unlike the night before, was
bustling with people.

Domenico chewed on his
lip, walking next to Seth through the spacious room with a black wall on the
side of the buffet and white linens. They took the first free table they could
find. “But not me,” Domenico said when Seth was already close to forgetting
about that conversation.

“Sure fucking did,” he
hissed and sat at an empty table with a groan.

That shut the dirty
fucker up. Domenico stared at the window, contemplating. “Yeah?” he asked eventually,
his eyes darting to Seth‘s face again. Not afraid. Not angry. Just curious.

Seth leaned back in his
chair and opened the menu. “Yeah. You actually asked me to ‘do you’.”

Domenico gave a
tentative nod, and Seth could almost hear the clockwork in his brain turning.
“Did you enjoy it?” he eventually asked, and Seth would spit out his drink if
he were having one. What kind of question was that?