19. Tony

Did he just say that? I think he did. Now what?

I was so confused, my mind flip-flopping between two columns, the yay and the nay.

Flint was an integral part of the mafia and the head of his pack. My head said there was no question we could be something to one another. That was a check mark in the nay column.

His hair curled at the front into an adorable cowlick… that was a positive, right? But me wanting to run my fingers through his hair couldn’t be measured against him being head of a crime family.

My father was in the pack and friends with Flint’s family, so that was a vote in favor. It had to be.

But I wasn’t my father. I had no memories of him, and despite what Rudy said, he might have been a shitty guy. He must have done bad things while in La Luna Noir.

“Are we going to pretend I didn’t say that?”

“I’m weighing things up.” I sat at the kitchen island because I didn’t want my legs to give out.

“How’s that going?”

“For you? Not so good.”

He dug his hands into the pockets of his robe and it parted, revealing his chest in a delicious V strip. Why the heck couldn’t it part a little lower down. I’d been given the full picture in the woods, but I wouldn’t say no to a second sighting. Or third or thirtieth.

Damn, I should go home and forget about how Flint’s eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled. Then there was his enticing cologne that made me weak at the knees and his big fat pink cock. I bit my lip to fend off the desire in case I did something silly.

But I had to fight back against him and his sneaky methods of bending me to his will.

“Don’t do that.”

He’d been staring at the floor, but his head shot up. “Do what?”

“Show me your chest. It’s putting you at an unfair advantage. How would you react if I ripped my shirt off?”

He pulled the robe around him, but he couldn’t hide that little smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I’d say, ‘More, please.’”

I studied my nails while my face burned. “Well, you haven’t seen me naked, so of course you want to see more of me.” I swiveled the stool so he couldn’t peer at my face, worried I was getting in so deep I couldn’t claw my way out. And did I want to?

“Rewind what you just said. You’ve seen my cock, but eying part of my chest is making you hot?”

“Huh? Did I mention the word hot? I don’t think so.” He was putting words in my mouth.

“But you insinuated.”

“Did not.”

“Okay.”

I glanced at him as he picked up an apple from the fruit basket. “That’s it? Okay?”

He eyed the apple and weighed it on his palm before biting it, the crunch as his teeth sliced through the silence sending a prickle of fear and also desire through me.

“I’m agreeing with you. Isn’t that what you want?”

Was it? I didn’t know what I wanted, except last night I left home and headed to the club, the place I was certain where my kidnapper would be. Who did that?

Someone who wanted to be with him, that was who.

But I wrestled with being with him. We had nothing in common and his line of work was illegal. The mafia were involved with drugs and ruined people’s lives. And yet he loved his family, what remained of it. That counted.

I shivered. While I’d been grappling with him as a gangster, a person who inhabited the criminal underworld, he’d snuck up behind me. Well, maybe not snuck, but I was distracted. He should have given me a heads-up if he and his big dick were going to be so close.

And that led my thoughts back to his cock. Did he have anything on under the robe?

“Is it hot in here all of a sudden?”

“There, you did say it.”

The marble countertop was cool to the touch when I placed both hands on it. If left to themselves, my hands might hug Flint or hold his head still while I kissed him. Or worse, fondle his gigantic dick. I lay my cheek on the marble, relishing the hardness, but my brain conjured up other hard things, and top of the list was Flint’s enormous length.

“Did biting me inject me with anything?” Please say no.

“It’s just a sign to other shifters, like a wedding ring. You are still you.”

Goosebumps lowered my temperature a tad as they scampered over my skin while my dick engorged and slick streamed from my hole. Thank gods he couldn’t smell the slick, though I might have to live on this stool or carry it around stuck to my ass for a while if the slick had soaked through my jeans and left a telltale stain.

My poor overloaded brain scrambled to process everything I’d learned, and did he say he had a better sense of smell than humans? I couldn’t recall, and I wasn’t going to ask him. Closing my eyes, I concentrated on the cool countertop and not the raging inferno inside me.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Flint was so close, his breath tickled the goosebumps on my skin. He must’ve been leaning over me.

“Not much.” That was a big fib.

“I thought you were hungry. Do you need a pillow instead?”

And we did a 360 and were back at starving and heat and cocks. Nope, the cocks never went away, or at least one of them. His. The image of his huge length was embedded in my brain.

“You could do something else, you know.”

“Like this?” He placed his lips at the nape of my neck, and I shrieked and my eyes shot open.

He and his lips weren’t playing fair, but I had to expect that with a mobster. “I wasn’t talking about your mouth or any other part of you.” Not his cock. I wasn’t thinking about it. I wasn’t. “Your job. You could go straight.”

“Tony, you’ve been watching too many cop shows from the 1950s. Or maybe cowboy movies. The mafia is part of me. Even if I left La Luna Noir, I’d still do mafia business.”

I had two questions before I let go. If he didn’t answer how I wanted, I’d find the stamina to leave. I had to.

“Do you kill people at random?”

“No.”

One down and one to go. “Do you kill… kids?” I could hardly get the word out.

“Fuck no! Never! You’ve got me all wrong.”

Okay. What was wrong was him turning my brain to mush and my dick hard as a rock. I didn’t know what I was doing, but my body told me I couldn’t turn back now. Once. Just one time. I repeated it in my head to convince myself.

He peppered kisses over my skin, and as his lips swept over my flesh, a longing took hold of me, shaking me and telling me to accept him for who he was. I wanted him, but logic told me I shouldn’t. He wasn’t right for me.

“You love your dad.” I was still making my list, though Flint was doing his best to confuse my yay and nay columns.

He pulled away and twisted the stool so I was facing him. There was no mistaking his eyes blazing with lust. They were fixed on me, their pupils dilated. His gaze was so intense, sweat formed on my upper lip, and I squirmed as slick surged from my hole. Flint’s flushed cheeks and his deep, husky breaths sent shivers up and down my spine.

“You… you wanna talk about my dad? Now?” He traced a finger along my jaw. I caught it and shoved it in my mouth, my tongue lapping and sucking it, and I savored the first taste of him.

“I was just adding up your good points.”

His head drooped, and he sighed. “We can’t do this unless you’re certain.” He moved away, and I missed him already. His scent, that damned snake tat, and his scruff. My heart constricted, and I grimaced. Was this how a person responded to true love? I thought of my dad and how he lost my father, though he found love again with my stepdad.

I longed to be with Flint, and maybe it was the whiff of danger that I was responding to. My head told me to be wary, but my heart said jump in. He was my… something. It didn’t have a name. Mate? No, I couldn’t get my head around that. But no matter where he was or what he was doing, nothing would change how I felt about him, even if we couldn’t be together.

I leaped off the stool and flung myself at him, jumping into his arms and wrapping my legs around his torso. I clung to him, wanting to stay pressed against him and never letting him go.

“Tony, don’t?—”

I cut him off with my lips on his. Gods, I’d imagined kissing him, but it didn’t measure up to reality. My body melded with his as I captured his bottom lip and nibbled. He moaned, and my tongue slipped between his lips. I was inside him as I hoped he’d be inside me. Soon. In the next five minutes.

Flint grunted into my mouth, his tongue dueling with mine, his breath and saliva mingling with my own as I pulled out and gazed at him. Saliva coated his lips, and his eyes were almost bloodshot. Maybe that was what passion looked like. I’d never experienced it before. Not like this.

“Are you sure?”

I put a finger to his lips and ground against his cock. “Take me to bed.”

“You tired?”

I snorted and rested my head on his shoulder. “No, I need that cock inside me.”

But I wondered if he was too big?

Was that possible?