When I pull up to the house, there are two security guards in fatigues who ask for my name. I feel like I’m being allowed entrance into a military facility as the gates roll back. The garage door opens, and I drive down into the underground garage.
I park next to his Challenger and get out in the cavernous space. From down the hall, Lorenzo emerges from the med room with blood spattered all over his white T-shirt.
“Been cutting up bodies, doctor?”
He glances down at himself as he walks toward me. Prowls toward me. My mouth waters. He shouldn’t look that good covered in blood.
“Just had my first patient. Bounty hunter with a stab wound. I think Strife’s going to be my best customer, except no one pays. I’m doing this shit for free; can you believe it?”
“I don’t know if I’d pay for a psycho college dropout to cut me up, either.”
He punches my shoulder. “Come on. I’ll show you the rest of the place.”
Lorenzo’s face glows with pride as he takes me upstairs and shows me the finished kitchen and lounge. He’s chosen minimalist furniture, but the place is comfortable. There’s plenty of room for all of us around the coffee table.
“Top floor, bedrooms. There are five. This place will fit all four of us if we need somewhere secure to hole up,” Lorenzo tells me as he climbs the stairs.
I follow him up and he leads me to the master bedroom. Lorenzo doesn’t do décor, but the wooden furniture he’s chosen has a simple charm. The bed looks big and comfortable and the wardrobes are mirrored.
Sober Lorenzo isn’t going to touch me or tell me my dick must be pretty. He’s regarding me with a solemn expression, hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans.
“The place is great. You’ve done an amazing job on it.”
He takes a step toward me but doesn’t say anything, and my heart starts to stutter.
“You’re looking good, too. Healthier. Have you been working out?” I’m running off at the mouth, trying to hide that he’s making me flustered. I can chat up women all goddamn night, but my best friend staring at me while his enormous bed is right there makes me trip over my own words.
We’re standing eye to eye, just staring at each other.
“It’s good to have you back. You don’t know how much I—” I break off as Lorenzo grasps the neck of his T-shirt at the back and pulls it off, ruffling his hair.
“Did I show you these?” He spreads his arms, inviting me to look at his tattoos.
He’s been working out aggressively and the muscles of his chest and stomach pop beneath the ink. Lorenzo’s body has always been beautiful. He has heavy, muscular shoulders and narrow hips. The tattoos cover his torso and arms and disappear down inside his jeans.
I put my hand out and touch his cheek, turning his head so I can admire the tattoos on his throat. I haven’t looked at him closely since his ink was finished. “These are great.”
Lorenzo swallows against my fingers. “They’re hers.”
Sienna’s drawings. The beautiful work that she poured her heart into, now decorating her brother’s body.
“She was a beautiful artist. You’re a beautiful canvas.”
He glances at me from beneath his lashes. “Me? I’m not the good-looking one.”
I bet your dick is pretty, Vinicius. Was that a case of in vino veritas? In wine, there is truth. Or was he just spouting nonsense? Now he’s watching me, letting me touch him. I keep on tracing the ink patterns on his throat.
“Will you rip my guts out if I try something?”
He shrugs, but he doesn’t move away.
I guess I’ll find out. I trail my hand down his chest, which lifts and falls with a breath. I keep going over his stomach and past his navel, and I hook a finger into his jeans, right by the button.
Lorenzo’s eyes are glittering as he watches me. If he didn’t want this, he’d be shoving me away, but he’s not making a move on me, either. I feel a flash of confusion because Lorenzo isn’t the sort of man to let someone else take the lead in any situation.
I glance around the room. He brought me up here. He stood me right next to his bed and took off his T-shirt. Maybe he’s enjoying the way I squirm, the sadistic bastard.
Wondering if I’m about to get my teeth punched out, I slide my hand down to cup his cock over his jeans. He’s thickening under my touch. His lashes flicker, and he swallows, the strong muscles of his throat moving.
Who says Lorenzo isn’t good-looking? To me, he’s always been ferociously beautiful.
I lean in to kiss him, but he turns his face away. My teeth clench in irritation. “What? It’s not gay if we don’t kiss on the mouth?”
“Have you ever seen me kiss anyone on the mouth?” he counters.
“It’s nice. You should try it sometime.”
Lorenzo slides his hands around my waist. “Do you want to talk or do you want to fuck?”
Being invited to touch him, have sex with him, I’ve been craving this for so long, but I love to kiss. Half my foreplay is usually kissing.
Lorenzo takes my head in his large hands and slides his thumb over my lower lip. “How does this work? I’ve never fucked a man before.”
My disappointment washes away on a wave of arousal. Maybe I don’t need kissing if he talks to me and looks at me like this while he’s standing so close. His breath is on my mouth. His chest is brushing mine.
“That’s the hardest part figured out. Who goes where,” I say, and I can hear how husky my voice is. In most of my fantasies about Lorenzo, he’s the one screwing me. “I thought I might have to beg you to go on top.”
A heated smile slides over his face and he runs his thumb over my lip again. “You can beg me if you like, but can I go down on you first?”
Oh, Jesus Christ. My hands come around him and I explore the smooth, hot skin of his back. “You never have to ask.”
Lorenzo undresses me, stripping off my clothes with unhurried movements. Then he shoves me back onto the bed and takes off his jeans. He’s fully hard now and while I’ve seen him butt naked at various times over the years, I’ve never seen him like this.
My brain barely has time to catch up with what I’m seeing before he’s kneeling between my thighs and gripping my shaft.
His hand. Around my cock.
I sit up on my elbows and stare at him.
“How do I do it?” he asks.
“Do it how you like it.”
“Fair point.” He lowers his head and takes my cock in his mouth, sucking before drawing up slowly.
I groan and my head falls back. Lorenzo, naked and hard and he’s sucking my dick. Maybe things will get better. I never thought they would when I’ve been trapped in a hell-hole for months.
“You’re really good at that,” I say through gritted teeth, but Lorenzo stays focused on what he’s doing. Heat floods my body as he works me up and down with his mouth.
I’m on the verge of coming when he stops and sits up. He watches me, hair falling into his eyes and a mischievous smile on his reddened lips. “I wondered how you looked like that.”
I breathe hard, no thoughts in my head except for Lorenzo screwing me until I come. “Please tell me you have lube.”
He jerks his chin at the bedside table. Thank fucking Christ. I lean over and get it and throw it to him.